Being a crate digging historian, nothing matches the thrill of (re-)discovering forgotten avenues in music just begging to be exhumed. There’s a world of lost gems to find, like an archaeologist digging for fossils. Only I’m not an archaeologist, I’m a boy. On the lookout for hot bands.
Sometimes buying records is like finding an extinguished bonfire on the beach and feeling the dead coal for a flicker of warmth still left in them.
There is most definitely heat still emanating from RC Succession’s “Slow Ballad.”
When talking to fans of Japanese music, I commonly find, for convenience sake, people