“I really feel my age when records happened upon in a label-fueled spree of whimsy in college (usually tethered to those first credit card apps) begin to exchange sweaty hands for absurd sums and get reissued again under the tag of "classic." The early Skam catalog still goes for exorbitantly high prices, and while I snatched up the soft blue cardboard sleeve of Darrell Fitton's first full-length a”
