At this point, waiting for a release date, putting on your hat and coat, runing to the record store and plunking down cash bills for a plastic-wrapped compact disc is so retro, it’s almost a novelty, like a horse-and-buggy ride through Central Park. Remember, kids, back in Grandpa’s day, we couldn’t just google the band’s name and “Rapidshare” to find variable bit-rate mp3s in a password-protected RAR file three months before the release date, I tell you what. Awww, Grandpa!
*According to me.
After the jump: Old trees, and old Russian guys.