What if material objects like CDs had expiration dates like bread or canned food? Would we still want to buy as much as we do? As I’ve considered the logistics behind downsizing a box of CDs I’ve grown out of appreciation for, I realized that those CDs have passed their expiration date, except instead of growing mold or botulism, they grew out of favor. They’re not bad albums, just ones I don’t care to own.
Today on my 2020 Album Review Game, I had my perceptions challenged twice. The first, which is where we’ll start, was more innocent. A friend of mine had formed a similar opinion to mine and from there, I started writing about the dangers of nostalgia. When we form some opinions, they’re based around the circumstances of that time. There’s a common notion that I hate: Albums with only one good track? Why bother with albums anymore?