he first record I ever heard on vinyl was this album. When I was very young, maybe 7 or 8, I was at my aunt’s house, looking at her record collection. She asked me if I wanted to listen to anything and I picked this album, the most obscene looking one of the collection. I mean, c’mon, there were forks in this guy’s eyes, why wouldn’t I want to hear this band’s music? Nonetheless, we listed to the album and I was just so fixated on the technology of a needle being put on this giant looking CD, and music was coming out of it somewhere, somehow. And what was crazy was it sounded way better than my old cassette player! Fast forward almost 20 years and the collection has grown, and my taste in music has gone in a variety of directions. All in all, I have just always enjoyed the preservation of physical media. The record I’m holding has a story, and someone before me owned it and listened to it somewhere, maybe in another state or country. I hope one day I can pass down my collection to a new generation.