“Limited 101 copies edition”
“Side D silk-screened by the artist”
“One different photo in every copy”
“180gr rainbow vinyl no hole in the middle”
“The artwork can be turned into a castle following some simple origami instructions”
Such is becoming the absurdity of the wax market. Don’t you have enough of reading announcements for new releases focusing on the ultra-limited editions and the packaging?
No words for the music. Where’s the music?
It wasn’t meant to be the most important thing?
The songs I loved and still love the most in my life, the ones who made me fell in love with rock’n’roll, many of them were recorded on a cheap cassette, waiting patiently for the radio to play them and then press Rec. Others are on vinyl yes, when that was the normal way to buy music and they were pressed in millions of copies. Some of them are on Mp3s. Ok even now you can buy everything as Mp3, and I agree that a 33rpm is a good object to own, to touch, to look at. But the music first, please. There’s no precious artwork that can add value to ordinary sounds, and these days it seems that putting any sound into a gift box with a nice blue ribbon automatically makes it worth the price. It’s like collecting stamps, the more they are rare, the less they are available, the more the collectors are hungry for it. It’s an hipsteric attitude, to build your identity as true music lover from owning things a very few others can afford to own. It’s an adult upper class attitude, to spend £25 on a vinyl on pre-orders without having even listened to a single song from it.
Wasn’t rock’n’roll for the kids, for the freaks, for the rebels, a revenge for the ones who cannot make ends meet?
We need a punk revolution, not music to be pricey and elitist like a Versace dress. There’s no point in moaning about the teenagers listening to Miley or Justin when the good music is being marketed for Selfridge’s customers. Rock’n’roll is not for museum or art galleries, it is something to carry into your jeans’ pocket with fags and bus ticket. I want new bands who talk about their music not about their record label, who have words about their tours and the mess of them and the noise and who home-make their own promos again.
I’m craving for DIY and for bands to gain a loving following after hundreds of gigs in shit places and not planning to play big festivals after being signed by the hip label on the basis of two songs and one photo.
We need passion over fashion, a revolutionary and challenging popular culture that’s actually popular and reachable and mind-changing and life-turning.
This limited-editions scene is for poseurs.
Forget about it, and start listening.
Ask The Sky 