If you purchase the latest Wolf Eyes album "Burned Mind", smell the insert first thing. In fact, go buy the fucker simply for this smell. Sure, my sense of smell is fucked, but goddamn if it doesn't smell like those thick graphic novels I used by buy when I was blah blah years younger. It smells of the house I once rented. It smells of high school art room sink. Huff that shit. I'd classify it as one of the finest smells I've ever experienced. I should quit my job and go work for the factory that prints this stuff. I wonder if that joint is in the Michigan? Who cares about the fact that the insert is totally masturbatory? This shit is on. I'll finish listening to the rest of it, after I get through the Alec Empire vs Merzbow at CBGBs thing I'm rather enjoying.
That smell is still sticking to me. It's living inside me and my nose. It makes me wonder if it'll still smell that way in 30 years...and I know my mp3s don't smell that way. Are there still 30 year old records that have maintained their smell?
I'm sure this exists elsewhere, but the morse code on the Interpol album reads: * antics * length * narc * cruise * exit that's my candy.