Anyway, the music is, naturally, peerless and just as sublime as a huge pile of Motown can be expected to sound. Sure, the constant desire to do things other than just straight soul results in all kind of weird sounds being tried across two sides of a piece of vinyl at various points in their back catalogue, but even the oddities are captivating.
The packaging issue is the constant problem I have with boxsets. You inevitably pay a lot for these things, but they don’t always have a user-friendly outlook. Now, hi-fi bods will argue that CDs that go in and out of card sleeves are going to get ruined quickly, which is the greatest over-reaction since David Cameron sellotaped a wind-turbine onto the side of his house because somebody told him being green wins votes. It’s balls, unless you have fingers the width of country lanes and the co-ordination of Amy Winehouse, but then you’ll damage anything. However, the packaging issues extend further. As I have said previously on this site – I am often lured in way too easily by nice, shiny packaging. I have all but one of the metal spine Miles Davis boxsets. I don’t play them all that often, but they look fucking fabulous. Likewise, the ‘Girl Group Sounds‘ boxset that got a post all to itself some time back. Still, would I be writing a blog about music if I wasn’t obsessed enough to buy lots of boxsets? I think I just have to accept that the two things will always go hand in hand.
Oh, did I tell you about a bargain I got the other week on the vinyl box of John Coltrane‘s ‘Heavyweight Champion‘? Well, it was the most blah blah blah