One of the twisted benefits of moving house after 20
odd years in the same place is the discovery of stuff you’d stashed away
sometime in the 90s and kind of forgotten about. In my case that includes a bit
of vinyl...okay a lot of vinyl...and CDs (oh so many CDs), all of which seemed
to become a little obsolete once the internet became a viable way of listening
to music. Moving forced me to confront this mountain of music and carry out
some pretty brutal (to me at least...bearing in mind that I struggle to throw
anything away) editing. I’m pretty sure I’ve given away some gems but it all
went to charidee so hopefully someone did well out of it. The upside of course
is that now I can see stuff and get to it (NB: after mulling over having bespoke
shelves made or going down the Ikea route I plumped for some rugged industrial
Big Dug jobbies which...er...seem to be doing the job).
Now I can get to it through I should listen to it
all, right? Hence...drum roll...The Baron’s Lucky Dip, a semi regular feature in which
I randomly select a record and share it with you for your delectation and
delight. Of course this could do wonders for my street cred (stop sniggering)
or, conversely, reveal my strange addition to Hi NRG tunes. Ready...ok...blindfold on...
Space – Money
Hmmm, don’t remember buying this (on 12 inch yellow vinyl no less) but do recall
seeing them play a few times, notably at The Flapper (and Firkin as it was
then) supporting another little known outfit called Catatonia. Space were a
much more interesting proposition than history perhaps gives them credit for,
what with lead singer Tommy Scott’s gloriously OTT vaudevillian delivery and the band's obsession with weirdos (see Mister Psycho and Neighbourhood) but c'est la vie. After splitting
up in 2005 they reformed in 2011 and actually have a new album out in 2016 so happy endings and all that jazz. Here’s a
taster:
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