Joe Theobald, aka DJ Captain Wormhole, looks at all things vinyl

AS alluded to in preceding weeks, I’ve really not been buying that many records in 2017, so for Q1 I’ve turned to the CD changer in my trusty Japanese whip.

At the minute there’s a previous winner on rotation (Wu’s The W), a Matthew Dear Fabric mix from ‘06, AfroCubism by AfroCubism, The Pixies’ Surfer Rosa/Come On Pilgrim, a comp of French cafe music (works nice as a relaxant) and this quarter’s winner – Nirvana’s Nevermind.

As far as records go this one is definitely what people would refer to as ‘seminal’. It’s a masterpiece. Kids love to wear t-shirts with a naked swimming baby on because of this album. It starts with Smells Like Teen Spirit which was B-sided by Drain You on release of the single back in ‘91...

Basically the quality on Nevermind is neutron star level dense. If you like it then you’ll be returning to it elliptically for the remainder of your days, and what days these are...

The reason I slotted this mottled old disc back in to my life is a subject I’ve neglected to reference for at least two weeks, that of the great orange satan.

With the imbecile’s tiny hand ensconced in the White House, twitching over the armageddon button, my frown was never going to turn itself upside down.

Instead of raging at our American cousins I turned to my trusty old CD collection for an antidote to the detritus clogging up 2017’s broad spectra of news and media delivery systems. The Today Show took a back seat to Cobain, Novoselic and Grohl in the mornings and it was cathartic. Grunge trumped Trump.