Silence
Oh, and my camera is in Prague as well.
Excuses excuses.
I've spent years buying a lot of records, sound unheard, because they were cheap. Now my house is a mess and it's time to pay the piper.
From this point forward, I will only refer to this album by "LIB", since the title is so long and unruly. I suppose no more unruly than this paragraph, which exceeds the word count. Well, it's my blog. Go get your own if you don't like it.
Do you remember the episode of The Simpsons from the first season where Homer and Marge go out for dinner and dancing, leaving Bart, Lisa and Maggie in the hands of the Babysitter Bandit? Well, it aired. In the "dancing" part of their date, Homer and Marge grooved to the sounds of a band called The Larry Davis Experience that plays a listless version of the Perez Prado song "In A Little Spanish Town." Catchy melody, but drained of whatever spunk it originally had. Thus, it was funny for Homer and Marge to dance enthusiastically to it.
In a nutshell, that is LIB, only without cartoon parents dancing. They (whoever the band is; it's kind of uncertain from the cover) manage to trudge their way a decent "Green Tambourine," but who can't? There were no shortage of records where tiny labels hired stringers to re-record well-known songs and dumping them in Woolworth's to an unsuspecting consumer. See my previous Super Hits for another example. Sometimes, they're worth the buck, of only because you hear a familiar song you never knew the name of, or there's a genuinely good arrangement on the album. Unfortunately, there's no great title revelation or mind-blowing arrangement here. So it's time to crack out the USB turntable I got for Christmas and save one song for posterity. And the album goes to the thrift store in the sky.
There's a disturbing quality to this album that I can't put my finger on. Perhaps if I spoke French, I could pinpoint the je ne sais quoi Les Plus Grands Succes 2 has. Perhaps it's the glib mashing of sounds that makes me uneasy. The songs vary from 50s-doo-wop-meets-sitar-swinger to 70s-pop-singer-meets-spaghetti-western-soundtrack to balladeer to just the bleah of syrupy string arrangements. It's not just strings. There's horns, theremin, and other undefined instruments. It's like he'd have an idea and no one was there to tell him no. So here, well after the fact, I will step up to the plate. No, Adamo. No. You've spent too much money on a shitty song already. A zither isn't going to help it.
That said, there were one or two songs that were kind of enjoyable, but not enough to buy. Or keep when I'm plotting a move. Or remember. But Anita likes because Irwin Chusid used to play the Scopitone to "Petit Bonheur" at one of his Incorrect Video nights. So, we'll digitize the decent and ditch the rest.