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Diamond Jackson - Streets (Arcane)



Every once in awhile, something extraordinary comes along. Something that reminds you why you fell in love with this house business in the first place. Something that tugs on your heartstrings and makes you shuffle uncontrollably at the same time. Something that makes you drop what you're doing and run to your local record store, worried that it might be sold out by the time you get there. Something that makes you cycle home all bent out of shape because it was in fact sold out but keen as a commander on finding it somewhere, anywhere, that very same day. Something that makes you doubt whether your trusted dealer of the black stuff will be able to get and and makes you spread your chances, even if it means you have to pony up silly money for a copy and end up with doubles because in the end your dealer always comes through. Something that makes you smile from ear to ear when the postman drops it off a few days later. Something like Diamond Jackson's The Streets, produced by Tom Noble. Phoarr, what a tune. Phoarr, what a maiden voyage for Arcane.



Yes, it's expensive. Yes, it's ludicrously limited. Yes, it's worth every penny. Without a doubt the best thing we've picked up this year.

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