It's cabin fever. The polar vortex has left this area, though the few minutes I spent outside just now were cold. I didn't realize how cold until I'd gotten back inside. My fingers were already numb. Good thing it was a short trip. Mail, a little shoveling, clearing off the car, starting it. That was enough. Glad I'm not one of those macho idiots who go, "Hey, this isn't so bad," shovel the entire drive, then drop dead. Sure, the drive is shoveled, but you're dead.
Thanks to cabin fever, my thoughts are scrambled to a crazy degree. Typically, I write my posts in a sort of stream of consciousness way, revising afterwards, adding some, cutting more. I'll do a little revising after I've posted, typically because I forgot to include a detail or else I thought one word and typed another. But this is my fourth revamping of this post. That never happens. Unless I've been stuck inside for five days by a polar vortex. Couple nights back, my PC refused to restart. I was able to pick a restore point, so all is good. For now. But, post-restoration, my free Avast antivirus acted up. It was turned on, but my PC kept telling me to turn it on. I had, but no dice. So I chose the "repair" option for Avast, and it worked. And Avast defaulted to its most punitive scanning modes (below its OWN recommended settings!!), pretty much making it impossible for me to actually use my PC. Now, call me demanding, but I like being able to use my PC. To my amazement, fixing the settings was easy as pie, so my PC has returned from 1898 to something closer to 2019. And my Windows Live Mail is working again. Avast had things so slowed down, the email servers were simply quitting. On top of all the polar vortex fun, I didn't NEED this kind of excitement. Segue alert....
But we need Eight Top Hits. And we get them times two, for a total of... um... twenty. No, seventeen. No, nineteen. Well, whatever. And now I get to write about them for the fourth time, though, for you, it'll only be the first. Both are 10-inch Canadian fake-hits LPs, though Americans were involved. I have to note this, because I can't put the full blame on our friends up north. Nothing wrong with the music--these are good covers, and surprisingly so--but the packaging, in both cases, is painful, if in slightly different ways. The first 8 Top Hits (with the over-saturated cover photo and the "only 99") has a cover that's more like a sleeve, and it identifies itself as a product of the Record Corporation of America--namely, the fake RCA, the one headed by Eli Oberstein. Only I think this comes from the time when RCA was bought up. Anyway, the back cover gives an ad for the Halo label, and Ultraphonic is named as the distributors. So, of course, the labels themselves say Allegro Elite. And they're titled Tops in Pops. Yet another example of how these junk labels saved money on quality control by not having any. The tracks, however, while slightly rough, are well done, Tallahassee Lassie in particular. Pressing is abominable, with a scraping sound throughout that I was mostly able to hide during the fade-outs. It doesn't register during the tracks. Evidently unable to come up with two more "top" hits, they stuck on two very loud gospel tracks having nothing to do with anything, but which had me having to change the input volume. Same with Along Came Jones, which is louder than the rest.
Can't believe the uncredited artists put this much into these performances. Why did they? It's not like their work was going to end up in cyberspace in 2019 or anything.
The second 8 Top Hits is ostensibly on the Remington label, but the labels are Plymouth (part of the same group), so we have another, though less severe, data collision going. More care taken with the cover, but do yourself a favor and don't dwell on it. It's amusingly campy, but if you stare at those two youngsters too long, they start looking like poorly lit and awkwardly posed mannequins. I'm serious--the longer you look at them, the less they look like actual people. I hope to Heaven they weren't forced to hold those expressions to the point that losing them took months or years. And the tracks are more carefully performed and way better recorded, with 16 Candles taking the cake (ha-yuk-yuk!), easily surpassing the real version simply by being in tune. The original has the background voices straying like they'd been paid to.
THE feature of the LP, however, is the die-from-laughter hilarious "ADD-A-RECORD-A-WEEK PLAN" gimmick on the back cover. Good Lord. Now, I'm sure it's an ancient corporate tactic to take something bad and hype it as good--a form of lying, and a pretty basic form, at that. Think of all the times companies elect to "serve us better" by cutting their staffs, for example. Bad thing hyped as a good thing. Standard procedure. And so we have cut-rate discs pretending to provide advantages to their buyers that those mere legit labels can't hope to give them--savings being the most obvious example. Pay less, get less. Makes sense. But Remington takes things to unreal levels, describing an outfit called the "International Foundation for Music Appreciation, Inc." which, in cooperation with Remington (which is forgoing its "accustomed margins of profit," which must amount to pennies, or even dimes), has selected "from thousands of master recordings a basic fifteen-record library." "Eminent music critics" sampling "thousands of master recordings"? Master recordings which happened to include 16 Candles and Stagger Lee? Really? Here's my best guess--Remington didn't expect anyone to actually read the back print, so they simply had a ball with it, making up stuff Weekly World News-style. Just say any kind of bull-hockey, and keep the claims fuzzy enough that, in the highly unlikely event someone demands the names of the eminent music critics or asks to see any of the thousands of masters, you can dodge with some convenient lie. "Um, we lost them." Maybe they kept an eminent music critic or two on hand for such an event.
My Plymouth label scans suck, because the labels are the type with the light-reflecting lettering, but I made them readable.
CLICK HERE TO HEAR: Eight Top Hits, Times 2
8 Top Hits (a.k.a. Tops in Pops, Allegro Elite 4150)
You're Got Personality
Just Keep It Up
The Wonder of You
Along Came Jones
8 Top Hits--Don Raleigh and His Orch., w. vocals by Jimmy Perry and Jane Michaels (Plymouth P724)
Hawaiian Wedding Song
A Lover's Question
My Heart Sings
(Back cover says 1957, but I'm skeptical.)