I went to a record store today. I had read about Bill Callahan's new record, Apocalypse, and wanted to buy it. Buy it, not download it. On CD. I wouldn't have thought I needed to clarify that, but Other Music had a shelf of new cassettes for sale. Mostly small run, limited release, collector's pieces, I gathered.
I wonder how they sound and if the tape hiss induces a dreamy nostalgia or false memories of the 1980s.