Isn’t it lovely that we discover so many obscure names from the past: Alex Russell, Raymond Scott, Jack Ellitt, Delia Derbyshire… I can easily picture someone releasing all these forgotten gems in a variety of formats accompanied by emotional statements that could make one burst into tears: “What a genius he/she was! Such talent! So ahead of his/her time!” Of course, it’s so much more convenient to release music by a dead musician: no negative feedback, fans and music lovers are exalted, and all the sales revenue goes to the vendor. This might as well be the fate of all good noncommercial music: to eventually become nothing more than some shrewd third-party entrepreneur’s promising investment in a hip retrospective.

 —  Idiosync