This, you’ll be shocked to realise, or maybe scared to realise, or possibly mildly bored to glance at, is a photograph of a record store – one of those citadels of vinyl that this blog mentions as a matter of course. Yawn and yadda indeed… although in this instance the visuals only make an appearance because I’m just back from one of those continental jaunts us “hip and happening kids” (or maybe us “once were kids”) take part in, and I’m hungover and weary and very much sad that the record store gods wouldn’t let me move into somewhere like the above (which is an electronica / techno emporium in Prenzlauer Berg called Oye Records, shelving units as wonderful as the stock). Or even better, a store called Space Hall in Kreuzberg… although unfortunately I didn’t get around to take photos of the latter, as I was far too busy perusing the vinyl like some kind of rampant über-geek high on petroleum-bi-product fumes ridged with manifold, aural-inducing grooves. Suffice to say, if you’re ever in Deutschland, my music recommendations are obvious.
And because this blog is tired and grumpy, has about 400 emails to attend to and isn’t quite so sure whether to grab just one more drink for the road – I’ll just dump the track beneath the words without too much commentary, except to say that it’s very much spliced from the 1968 quadrant or 2011. Normal service tomorrow, likesae.
Hooded Fang / Tosta Mista