No sleeves, no problem: getting funky with naked singles
'We thought disco was fucking dead / But now it's back inside my head' - Thee Headcoats I've said before on this blog that I'm pretty much agnostic when it comes to musical formats. They're all good - providing what they contain is good. CDs, CD-Rs, original tapes, dubbed tapes, minidiscs, MP3s, WAVs, streaming, even er, vinyl records: bring 'em on. Hence, the recent fetishisation of all things vinyl has left me cold. Fuck your Strictly Vinyl DJing, you fathead. Yeah, I'm happy with any and all formats but when I'm scouring the charity shops of London on the lookout for ... stuff, I must admit that even I usually draw the line at one particular type of musical product. Which one? Well, this one: Look away now audiophiles: eight 7" singles in search of a record sleeve Yep, old 45s with no sleeves whatsoever. No paper/cardboard sleeve and certainly no protective plastic (polythene) sleeves . The lowest of the low. These sad little things usually...
