I've waxed lyrical on here before about the overall crapulence of the dollar and the possibilities it opens up for buying stuff from the septics. Part of it has meant, for me anyroad, that I can investigate music that I've been curious about but have been loath to spend good money on. Something along those lines happened to me recently as a copy of the Shaggs's 'Philosophy of the World'
came in to my possession. I had always been fascinated to hear this album, partly because I had seen descriptions that varied in equal measure between a lost classic and the worst album ever committed to vinyl. The cover, of course, helped seal things as it screams 'bad album covers'. Having finally got round to hearing it I must say I now put myself firmly in the 'lost classic' camp. True, on the face of things it is actually abysmal, featuring three young ladies with absolutely no musical ability who appear to have either recorded the whole thing in three separate countries or else whilst suffering from temporary deafness. Its badness made me laugh at first but eventually I got right into it and found that the whole mess was rather delightful and surprisingly a little disturbing. Indeed it sounded so naive that it would not have been out of place in some shockingly violent trippy biker movie. Quite a difficult listen all things considered but I’m glad I finally got round to checking it out, really. Good old rubbish American economy.
Meanwhile the rest of you tell me that tonight is Bonfire Night. It may surprise my English readers to learn that November 5th passes without incident in Northern Ireland. No bonfires, no burning plies of rags attached to a football, no children begging, nothing. This fact has often left me nonplussed - the deep anti-Catholic bigotry that drives people who self describe as 'C of E' despite setting foot in an Anglican church only for weddings to savage anti-'popery' every November 5th would surely sit nicely in loyalist areas of this little dump. God knows the spides here love fireworks and demanding money with menace and if they could combine these two pastimes with sectarianism so much the better for them. Delightful anti-taig fun for the whole family as a matter of fact. I think the Ulster Scots Society are missing a trick here when it comes to finding another way to get government handouts.
Anyway, enough for me from one day. Raise a glass to the visionaries who tried to destroy Parliament and try not to get too much inner ear damage from another round of bloody fireworks. Bye for now.