Record Reconstructor

  This week:  Songs to be annoyed at work to, new releases, a listening project grab bag, tangential discussion of tennis, and finally settling whether The Strokes are better than The Beach Boys. I swear each of these posts is not going to be me making excuses for not listening to 30 albums a week, but if you've noticed a slow-down in my consumption rate for the past couple of weeks, that is both based on the shoulder injury I suffered being manly last week (mostly pain free now and seems to have fixed itself, thanks for asking), but also because we've just concluded two weeks of Wimbledon tennis coverage, an annual event which sees Catherine and I glued to our sofa for much of our free time during that fortnight because we love tennis and it only happens once per year.  We've been playing Tennis together for probably nearly a decade now, somehow I have accidentally ended up on the Board of Directors for the tennis club we are members of*, and we play together in the Mixe...

This Week:  A bunch of bands from the mid 90s, my 400th album of the year, a real grab bag of other stuff. It's been a hell of a week.  I'm trying not to beat myself up too much about my pace appreciably dropping this week, primarily because my job has become a stress headache inducing nightmare which doesn't look like its going away any time for the next couple of weeks. and the last thing I want to do is put more pressure on myself to write here when I feel like my time is already massively constrained.  I still enjoy it, as evidenced by the fact I wrote about Orla this week and I have a bunch of wrapup content to put up today to keep my hand in, but this week also saw the first 24 hour period where I didn't listen to a single album, this Saturday.  I'm annoyed at myself because I did listen to like 95% of Something To Tell You  by HAIM while Catherine and I were driving around doing errands all day before she went off on her Easter break and I just never fini...