I've just received the Holy Grail of Scottish nerd sex pop: a triple vinyl remastered copy of everything
The Vaselines ever did, with a posh booklet, MP3 version included, and all on the delightful Sub Pop records. Shame the lead singer looks exactly like my unlamented ex-boss.
And now I've stupidly downloaded several Pastels albums even though I have them on vinyl.
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