Charity Shop Gem of The Week

Some of the greatest moments in a record collector's career come in charity shops - it's where you can find treasure among the trash - it doesn't have to be worth a fortune to make your day either.
One of the best tips I can give a budding digger is to pay special attention to charity shops in far flung locations - there are hundreds of hungry diggers in the big cities waiting to snaffle up the best offers, but out in the sticks all sorts of records get donated and can sit around for weeks or years.
Check out our weekly installment documenting the best finds we've stumbled upon in our regular charity shop trawls.
e among the trash - it doesn't have to be worth a fortune to make your day either.

Time is a relative concept. It doesn't really exist except in our own hallucinated relationships with it. The application of days, digits and crudely effective instruments of time-keeping are just a tool to keep us worker bees down. So if we don't manage weekly updates it's not because we're lazy, it's because we are renegade mavericks playing by our own rules, rejecting the conditioning of this cruel world. Viva la remisness!

Wednesday 28 October 2015

Week 9: Bonzo Dog Band - Keynsham

As a rule I try to steer clear of these sort of knowingly 'wacky' records that seemed so abundant in the 60's and 70's, and as such never paid too much attention to the Bonzo Dog Band. Having recently stumbled across a Keynsham however, I found myself drawn by it's title - a small and not particularly cool civil parish near where I grew up. Musically the album is pretty adept, with some quite lovely arrangements spread across guitars, drums, horns, flutes and basses, all held together by lyrics than oscillate from the overwrought prog fare one might expect, and the intensely silly. The album harbours a penchant for sudden changes in style and various spoken word/comedy segments, akin to Monty Python, and manages to be (nearly) as funny. Gems such as Tent offer up passages such as 'my love is so inscrutable / in a stoic sort of way / my baby is as beautiful / as a tourniquet' in a charged, almost punkish manner, whilst the operatic Sport has a wonderfully overblown chorus, ostensibly about the wonders of P.E.
Lyrics aside, there is actually some surprisingly contemporary aspects at play - whilst many of the tracks sound a bit like The Beatles (or perhaps more suitably, The Rutles), tracks like Noises for my leg sound like an early incarnation of Add N to X, and there are even a few dashes of what might be considered Musique Concrete, were it in any other context.

Were this an entirely serious late 60's pop/rock album, it would be a very, very good one. I fear the addition of humour relegates it to 'oddity' rather than 'classic', perhaps explaining it's lack of commercial success, especially given it comes not long after the bands fairly popular television show.


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