Friday, February 15, 2008


1 Poems : I Am A Believer
2 Los Campesinos : The International Tweexcore Underground
3 Their Hearts Were Full Of Spring : A Question Of Trust
4 Wallflowers : Thank You
5 Coral : Jacqueline
6 Screen Gemz : I Don't Like Cars
7 Company She Keeps : What A Girl Wants
8 Ebony Bones : We Know All About You
9 Those Dancing Days : Hitten
10 Rumblefish : Mexico
11 Scarlet Downs : Windows
12 Aston Hall : My Daily Sun
13 Life Studies : Girl On Fire
14 Manhattan Love Suicides : Keep It Coming
15 Sarah Goes Shopping : Summer Blues
16 Indelicates : We Hate The Kids
17 Hardy Boys : Wonderful Lie
18 Irregulars : Against The Grain Of My Life
19 Hit Parade : Autoboigraphy
20 No Flags Etc. : Don't Bring Me Back

The green numbers indicate new entry.


But I did anyway. Since the closing of the charity shop with the giant basement I have been reluctant to trawl through the unwanted detritus of Greenford. It's not a prepossessing place consisting as it does of little more than a tip and a busy crossroads; with the A40 obligingly placed within puking distance for rapid exit. The first charity shop has a vigorous stench, a sort of soaked-through old carpet odour. Poor old Penny McLean, her LP has been brutalized by some clumsy brute and appears quite unplayable. Soon though a BMX Bandits 12" is found and Greenford is pleading with me for redemption. A vast collection of horrific rock records reveal their mucky faces to me in the Cancer Research. I scuttle away. Fara delivers three CD LP's at a bargain £1: Little Ones : Sing Song; a Kill Rock Stars compilation called Mollie's Mix; Pram : Sargasso Sea. The strangest encounter was with 50 or so 78's that appear to have never been kissed by a stylus. They all came from the one shop, long since extinct, somewhere on the Uxbridge Road. The majority of them are all the same song except for Cocktails For Two by, um, I forget. My hapless memeory.


Hopefully in the next few weeks I'll be interviewing the singer of this lost band. One infectious pop single and a few cassettes that seem to turn up in Vienna. Obscure but not too obscure to escape the attentions of Turntable Revolution.