I love music. More than clothes. Some nights I don’t want to sleep because there are so many songs to devour.
My favourite format for music is the humble seven inch. Slipping the vinyl disc out of the sleeve, carefully slotting it onto the turntable and then gently placing the needle in place is a little ritual that makes me appreciate the music more than clicking play on an iPod. Not that I want to own every song on seven inch. Where would I put them all? There’s already a lot of them in my living room. Once, my boyfriend bought a job lot of sevens off eBay, boxesnboxes of them. The previous owner had been a DJ, and after hauling them around village hall discos, wedding receptions and suburban birthday parties, some were too warped and scratched to play. He (presumably a he) had fastidiously pressed small neon stickers against the tracks guaranteed to get people dancing (easier to find in the dark), and scribbled notes on some of the sleeves (‘mid-tempo power ballad’ or ‘excellent reggae beat’).
But it’s not just the songs they contain. It’s the covers too. The artwork. Because pop music can be art too, you know. Here are some of my favourite seven inch record sleeves from my collection, scanned in glorious technicolour. Not necessarily my favourite songs. I hope you enjoy looking at them.
Sparks – The Number One Song In Heaven.
Pop Will Eat Itself – Very Metal Noise Pollution. I’m not really a fan of PWEI, but I am a fan of Designers Republic.
White Stripes – Blue Orchid
Pop Will Eat Itself – XY & Zee. I once went to a pub quiz hosted by Ian Anderson of said Designer’s Republic. Questions included ‘what is my favourite Yes album?’ and ‘how many songs do I have on my iPod?’