Climb Aboard My Roundabout!

First-ever legitimate anthology of British toytown pop, a much-loved sub-genre among collectors. Four-hour compilation with 87 tracks including hits, misses, rarities and previously unreleased

ahahahahaha no no no no no thank you Grapefruit Records, I will lick your toes, I will give you my blood and flesh and walk, I will sacrifice to pick up anything you put out but i will NOT climb aboard your roundabout.

(toytown pop is this moment that's a bit of late psychedelia, a bit of early prog, and a bit of slipstream acid folk, and it's godawful; I think I hate it so much not only because it is Extremely annoying, and because it's psychedelic and sunny in a way that this miserable country could never be - you would have to be so fucking high for IT’S THE BEST SEASIDE IN THE WORLD – Frabjoy and Runcible Spoon and (HE’S OUR DEAR OLD) WEATHERMAN – Mark Wirtz to gloop into your lavender daydreams and feel like here and now (unlike, say, the Smiths which even if you don't like, you hear and think 'ah yeah, that's about right, punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate'

(below the cut: flippancy about CSA and state violence)

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and the champion stirred in sleep

we might be about to be homeless again? the landlord is on the line for like 4k of repairs because our electric wiring was incorrectly installed and is therefore lethal; landlords are Lunar-Stellar, powerful and unfeeling forces of nature to whom we can only appeal for mercy with a respectful, foolish hope, because what else can you do? But maybe now is the time to get the re-release vinyl of my favourite album: WARRIOR AT THE EDGE OF TIME, which folds out into a massive painting of a knight on the brink of an abyss, and on the other side the SHIELD OF CHAOS.

it sounds exactly like you think it sounds.

complete with spoken word poems to the sound of experimental whooshing and clattering.

I actually sort of own two copies of this record already, it just depends on whether my relatives die in the right order and haven't disowned us. It feels silly to even be considering it, especially because modern record sleeves are just not as nice as historic ones - they do the paper wrong. It's been another sad week, but i can stave off the terrors of the world with owning more objects, perhaps.