Car tapes. Gloriously over-glorified car tapes. Here's another one for your excursions to Costco for a jolly pallet of fluorescent dildos. I put this one together on a whim, dually inspired from a friend's email-rant about collector elites (I quoted a line from that at the very end of the cover's track listing), as well as my admiration for 1980s/early 90s cassette comps that passed their contents off as "licensed"...but just weren't! Plenty of subgenres, plenty of muddy hiss, plenty of each side being ripped as one fat track by Jun Kato, but hey, you wanted to know what the analog days (even their final gasp) really felt like...
