and the lovely ambient dub stretched out over seven and a half minutes. This is so early 90s it almost comes out of the speakers wearing white jeans, a curtains hair style and saucer-eyed, telling you it loves you. And it does.

This came on the mp3 player in the car on the way home and it was almost a religous experience. One of those records for when it's very late, you're in a bit of a mess, but need to play something else before you go to bed. Ripped from scratchy vinyl with a very battered sleeve for that authentic end-of-night experience.

Monday, 19 April 2010

I cannot stop playing this song at the moment. I found an 1973 original 7" in the treasure trove that is King Bee Recordsfull of great songs, interesting lyrics, sequenced like proper vinyl lps, and clearly influenced by garage rock, rockabilly, glam, some goth, and yes, some sleazy electronica. If you bought the Wrong Meeting box-set direct from Rotters Golf Club you got a numbered box, vinyl lp, T-shirt, signed print and lyric booklet illustrated by Weatherall himself. These things appealed to the teenage fan in me. You also became a member of the Patient Saints club, and were promised extras. In the end these extras amounted to just a set of badges and a remix, but still, they were exclusive extras. This is the Weatherall remix of the title track, where Weatherall strips off the guitars and sends it back to the computer, in a similar way to the remixes