While I would never downplay the appeal of listening to a great album, Iām not sure there is anything more compelling than hearing the best output from the greatest artists distilled into a single session.
As much as I fret, fuss and finesse over songs and the order they appear on a Spotify playlist, they do not extract the same emotional toll upon me that putting together a mix tape used to.
It was the mid-ā80s, the original Japanese punk scene was starting to peter out and become workaday, D-beat predictable. Then brothers Fifi and Fink arrived and things began to change.