I am currently obsessing over The Flamin' Groovies, particularly their 1976 album Shake Some Action.
Every ten times that I listen to it is another six hours not being able to spend listening to everything else I like.
I think I understand why god exists - never mind creating the universe or running it or any of that pretendy rubbish - the point of being a god is to be able to listen to all the music, wonder at all the art, and to see all the places that are to be seen. As often as you want.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
plunge Ash, can we just confirm or otherwise. You are not of of these dunderheads that cannot see the coruscating brilliance of the Fabs are you? If so I shall simply ignore what you say as the drug addled ramblings of a buffoon.
Just reading Sir C's David Hepworth suggestion about the LP. Might get me tenner back while a can. Great fun when he's discussing an album you know but otherwise it ceases to be compelling.
And he confesses to being one of those chaps that thought his contemporaries' opinions on what he did or didn't like were important. Never understood that.
Of course I love the chuffin' Fabs, Herbs.
And you're in for a treat, I can tell you. In fact to whet your appetite in two minutes and thirty seconds, fire up your Spotificator or equivalent bit-distribution engine, and head straight for the third track: "Yes It's true".