This being the case, when the label to which we’ve turned our affections is the music-biz equivalent of a high-risk penny stock, it makes us feel even better. Our private affair confirms its clandestine nature by shouting its insignificance from our speakers. We get our thrills in secret. We put off telling our friends about it just so we can keep it to ourselves for a day or two. Good men and women who read Last Plane to Jakarta, it is with great and shameful pride that I must tell you that there’s a really cool new record out on Megalon. |
