Cassettes. You remember them as a cumbersome medium for music that predates the thin and sterile sound of compact discs. I remember them differently, with a fondness best reserved for beeramids and mullets.
Like most people around my age (if you didn’t have a cooler, older brother), your first glimpse of Kiss was most likely “I Was Made For Lovin’ You”. You may have caught it on Dance Fever or Solid Gold, or were assaulted by its sounds via radio airwaves in 1979.
We are sick of winter.
What? You thought your bestest pseudo-relative forgot you? For shame. Uncle Smackass ALWAYS has presents under his tree for you.
One part of our mission at Poploser is to enlighten our readers about the music industry. It’s all hearts and unicorns once you’ve had success, but what about all of those struggling artists out there? What are they really facing? What options do they have for recording nowadays? How do they afford whiskey to drown their sorrows in?