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.
Suddenly! -
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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?