Christmas Day Vinyl (Part 2)

Part two of today’s pre-Christmas Day dinner vinyl ceremony is the other guilty treasure I picked up yesterday, the ‘Five Miles Out‘  album by Mike Oldfield.


Truthfully, I knew nothing about this album previously but when I saw the airplane on the cover I was like “yeah, you’re coming home with me for the holidays”.

Released in 1982, ‘Five Miles Out‘  was released at a time when Oldfield’s music was moving away from large-scale symphonic pieces towards a more accessible pop style.  It is one of the very few albums on which Oldfield sings lead vocals, as he is noted for not having any confidence in his voice’s qualities.

However, here Oldfield once again moves back into familiar territory, back into the extended composition game with this album, continuing the ‘Taurus‘  series with the mammoth ‘Taurus II‘, an entertaining enough romp with references to Irish music, brass bands and Oldfield’s beloved Morris.  The true standout, though, was the title track, a paean to flying in bad weather that could easily double for Oldfield’s feelings about the sort of monumental critical drubbing he was accustomed to receiving.  Most interesting about the album is that ‘Family Man‘  would go on to bec0me a huge worldwide hit for – get this – Hall & Oates.

It’s no ‘Tubular Bells‘  – which, now that I think about it, I totally have to get for HRH  – but it’s still an interesting listen.  Not AMAZING….but interesting as there’s lots of swirly, trippy instrumentals featuring orchestral manoeuvres, swooshing cymbals and exotica like the zither, bodhran, oboe, Uileann pipes, Hammond Prophet and so on.

Okay, I’m being generous.  It has an airplane on it. Other than that, it’s pretty damn shitty.

You win some; you lose some.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
This entry was posted in Vinyl and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s