“The album is a singular marvel, and in my view one of the greatest of all time.”
For obsessives like myself, the reissue market can be a little bitter sweet. It’s brought countless records into my grasp which eluded me, but then there are the others. The ones I spent years hunting for, own a rare copy of, and paid who knows what for, which suddenly become easy to find. Most collectors will site the significance of an original pressing. I’ve always been in it for the music. As long as a record sounds great, I don’t care when it was made. I just need to own it. Money is a necessary concession for otherwise unavailable sounds.
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