This 'AA Ever Ready thirsty Casio keyboard with broken S950 trigger button thunderbolt' currently commands 175 UK pounds from record dealers, and I've got ten copies.

A sample record for 'Sear Electrical Musical Instruments Ltd' includes various bleeped-out versions of pop-schlock Sunday standards. This 'Porn Theatre Ushers' sample, however, is an original composition.

The title sequence to Dario Argento's third Italian thriller sees the bloke out of Dempsey and makepiece playing a drummer in a fuzzed-up-free-jazz ensemble, the camera work is shot from inside the chamber of an acoustic guitar and the climax comes when our up and coming murder suspect executes a pesky fly with his unforgiving high-hat of hate. X-rated.

In fast-becoming collectable folksploitation doyen, Mr. Farryar lets his true colours shine in the ultra-freeekout party scene from Frank Perrey's film 'Last Summer', where John Boy Walton is having serious problems holding it together in the presence of true beauty Barbara Hershey. If this dance had a name it would be called 'the-help-me-I-think-my-bones have-exploded-strut'. But the music is awesome and the kids are alright.

Vertigo rarity with classic Keef McMillan gatefold sleeve. It only takes a female vocal to turn a stone cold classic standard in to a top-choice dancefloor negotiator.

More WD40 needed in the Black Forest please. Organs donated from the Rischka's Soul LP from '72. Et cetera, et cetera.

I'm glad I'm not called Pugh but think how Marvin Gaye felt. In Godsy's words - "A boisterous mix of demented vocals, piercing lead guitar and heavy drums make this a classic". A Pugh box set has just come out in Sweden.

Who makes the fattest beats? Is it Diamon D? how about Dr. Dre? For me the best hip-hop producer of all time could have been the late great money-man Mickey Most. Checkout 'Get Thy Bearings' by Donovan, then the drums on the Terry Reid LPs. Then checkout 'Let There Be Skins'. Word!

Ed Wool was sick of doing substandard James Brown covers to pay 'the man' so he dabbled in juggernaut-rock-funk firstly covering 'The Witch' by The Rattles, then a European single smash called 'Love, Love, Love, Love' led to a criminally under exposed class-act s/t LP. This track is to found on Side 1.

I recently swapped this damn-consistently-quality LP when I was pissed, but I'm not going to lose sleep over a library album.