In an era of algorithm-friendly, squeaky-clean playlists, the P-Sluts series remains defiantly human. Tracks clip. Transitions stumble. Some songs sound like they were recorded in a boiler room. That’s the point.
Here’s a blog post written in an energetic, insider, music-blog style for P-Sluts Vol. 42 . P-Sluts Vol. 42: Forty-Two Tracks Deep, and Still Digging in the Crates p-sluts vol. 42
P-Sluts Vol. 42 is messy, imperfect, and occasionally baffling. It’s also one of the most exciting compilations you’ll hear this year. If you like your music sanitized and predictable, move along. If you want to remember why you started digging in the first place—crack this one open. Some songs sound like they were recorded in a boiler room
As always, P-Sluts Vol. 42 isn’t on every streaming service. (That would be too easy.) Check your favorite underground digital shop, hit up the series’ Bandcamp page, or—if you’re lucky—find a burned CD-R tucked inside a zine at your local record store. hit up the series’ Bandcamp page
8.6 / 10 (Dustier than your needle, and twice as sharp)