It's the time of year again where our streaming services tip over our trash cans and let us dig through the aural filth that we have spent the last 12 months neck-deep in.
My own 'wrapped' was esssentially a power-point presentation on how much I streamed Save Your Tears by the Weeknd, and that maybe I should think about listening to something else, (er, NO.)
No doubt that things like this are a compelling snapshot of our digital lives, much like the time-shift or time-hopping apps we have that remind us of our previous (less polished, dumber, fresh-faced) selves that are really just there to prevent our cringe muscles from suffering atrophy; heaven forbid you forget that time something happened and you had an opinion about it that isn't as evergreen as you would have hoped. Delete.
What these digital streaming services can't capture is the growing number of listeners turning back to analogue forms. In recent times, tape collections have grown exponentially thanks to the fact that more and more artists are choosing to release their new music on cassettes;
Sam Fender, Courtney Barnett, Wolf Alice, The Weeknd, The Strokes, The Cribs, Oasis, The War On Drugs, to name a few.
