And this is where it all falls apart. Because there's nothing there. A discography which on the face of it has tooo many albums to listen to, turns out to have none, or barely any. And of those, one is perhaps one of the best albums I've heard this year, and it's impossible to get it. This just doesn't make any sense. That a catalogue should be so neglected, so undervalued, is heartbreaking. On of the albums on Spotify sounds like someone has literally put a tape recorder next to a record player and hoped for the best. Unlistenable.

And yet, again and again, I think back to Take A Look. Pretty much faultless from start to finish. And Plaskett has clearly found something to love, though again, perhaps it's just that album, or perhaps it's a singles thing. I don't know.

I feel this has in many ways been the least satisfactory month so far. Part of that is my fault, there has been a lot going on and it's been difficult to focus. But I also feel let down by the way that some talent is simply left to wither away, with so little recognition of the power, the emotion, the depth contained within.

I, for one, will keep the faith. If I ever see an Irma album, I'll buy it, shoddy live compilation or not. I'd dearly love to hear her Dan Penn album in all its glory. And of course the holy grail remains Take A Look. One day. One day.

And so I am left in a quandary for October. I had planned to dip into a band with a catalogue so vast I knew I'd only scratch the surface. Or perhaps a band I should have loved, but never realised were quite as good as they turned out to be. There will be time for those two. For now, I feel drawn to another artist with a narrow catalogue, a kind of anti-Joy Division if you will. Someone who I only really considered as a "proper" artist this year, watching Can't Get You Out of My Head. An artist from any other city.