I always get surprised by the different track list. It never gets less jarring hearing I’ve Just Seen A Face open the record.

Looks cool but sounds like garbage.

Records like this make the strongest kind of case for vinyl.

I don’t think a 20 page, full-color comic book has the same impact in any other format.

The packaging is an entire experience unto itself. This craftsmanship should be appreciated.

Not the biggest Janet Jackson fan, but I’ve always thought this song was special, and it transports me back to summer in the early nineties.

My big sister insists on tuning the radio to B96 which generally sucks - she says Q101 is for creeps. What an asshole. But then that squeal of a distorted harmonic guitar riff hits my ears for the first time and it’s sublime, but I keep my face carefully neutral.

I can’t let her see me enjoying her shitty music.

She is a goddamn national treasure