Artist.......: Talc
Album........: Licensed Premises Lifestyle
Label........: Wah Wah 45s
Genre........: Lo-Fi
Catnr........: WAHCD 008
source.......: CDDA
rip.date.....: Jul-30-2008
str.date.....: 000-00-0000
quality......: VBR/44,1Hz/Joint-Stereo
Url..........: www.talconline.com
track title time
01. Wonderbar 05:32
02. Sambuca Chaser 03:54
03. How About that Smoking Ban 04:12
04. Rhyming Man 07:07
05. Robots Return (Modern Sleep Over Part 2) 05:35
06. The Out of Work Clown 04:28
07. Sandras Song (I Felt the Care) 03:59
08. Jukebox 04:44
09. Closing Time (Part 1) 02:44
10. Closing Time (Part 2) 03:59
11. Dancing, Laughing, Shouting, Pointing 04:28
Runtime 50:42 min
Size 57,1 MB
Release Notes:
I know what youre thinking, Why should I buy this
Talc record? Well the answer is very
straightforward. You, like us, have an ideal venue
in your mind for drinks, for good times, for
laughter, the odd tear, and damn good tunes; your
very own Wonderbar. We share your vision and, by
the way, thats a lovely top you═re wearing. Well
done.
What you have in your high fidelity reproduction
device (or hi-fi-rep-de as we like to call them
these days) is our idea of pub heaven, a rest from
the strains of the everyday, a friendly face in the
angry crowd we call life, albeit a rather bloated
red one. Youll meet a few characters along the way:
a travelling salesman passing through on his way to
Havana, or even Birmingham; a sad dejected robot,
single again after the unholy union of woman and
machine backfires once more; even an out of work
clown, down on his luck and contemplating going
back to the trombone. It would be easy if we just
filled the album with characters, like a comic or
cheap newspaper, but we know that the building and
its contents are just as important, maybe more so,
than actual living things. Does it have a jukebox?
Hows the sambuca? Does it have a covered and heated
outside area for smokers? We═ve thought of all of
these things, as you will hear during the next hour
or so. Of course all good things do come to an end
and the sad toll of the bell cuts anyone who has a
nerve in them to their very core. The last half an
hour spins wildly out of control, closing time
comes to us all. Eventually.