So you’re a musician, you’ve got a contract, you’ve written enough material for an album, artwork’s done, time to get it packaged and flogged.
Something clockwork breaks inside your head and you decide that different parts of the World are going to get a different tracklisting! Maybe one or two songs will be done differently - longer/shorter, maybe a different title for shits’n’giggles, and you’ll add-on or omit a few songs - Japan can get that one about that caravan holiday you had in Canvey Island in 1978, America gets one about drug-related urban warfare in the mean streets Stratford-Upon-Avon, Britain doesn’t get either of those, and gets 45 seconds knocked off the title track because: fuck you is why. Norway get pink and green splatter vinyl, everyone else pus-yellow, except the UK who gets black or clear, and clear is already sold-out even though this is the first day it’s on sale…
Fucking WHY DO THEY DO THIS?!?!
I’m tired, and I have a cold, so the Sodbury Brane Sell is working like a tradie on an hourly rate - I just don’t get it. If you like an artist, like their music, why the fuck not just give everyone the same thing - ideally everything that’s actually worth having: no omissions, and no fucking filler (fuck-off with your demos that sound like they were recorded inside a cardboard carton and your ‘hilarious’ sound-desk outtakes “Uhhh, like Mike, ummm, am I like mic’d-up yet maaaaaaan…? Fuuuuck…” Get back in the sea…
I’m prompted by an act I like, who have sold, in total, less than four-figures worth of albums, who nonetheless now have a new single release abstracted from the Japan-only version of their CD, which single is available as a download in the UK, and on a one-sided bit of vinyl in - you guessed it - Japan… WTF?