It’s the passion you find on blogs like this which define exactly why, despite the cries of doom, music and the industry that creates it, will, once the smoke clears, be absolutely fine.
I understand this:
George D. Henderson’s voice is infuriatingly frail. And at 17 songs, 62 minutes, some quality control was needed.
[From porky prime cuts]
Doesn’t that apply to most albums? Hence the rise of the digital track download…