Ever since I went to see Between the Buried and Me open for In Flames last year and bought the limited vinyl edition of Alaska on clear vinyl, I’ve been almost obsessively searching for albums I love around the net in vinyl format. There’s just something more satisfying with owning the vinyl edition, and despite the aged format, it’s still going strong.
Vinyl pressings are usually limited, especially in this genre, so you feel a certain level of exclusivity when you have something that only about 3000 people (or even less) around the world own. The artwork is bigger. The medium is completely physical and tangible; CDs can easily be scratched and lost and mp3s can be erased. Hard drives can crap out, then where’s your music? Gone. With vinyl, it’s there, practically permanently. And let’s face it: colored vinyl looks fucking cool.
