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Stumbling on old copies of Source Magazine was a highlight of my grumpy adolescence. To encounter a music review of your favourite record, a dense block of prose comes alive with every sentence, unpacking genius, providing context, and validating my thoughts on those albums. Little wonder, some of my earliest writings were about music. More than a decade has passed, yet I am still in awe of the review as an art form…Click here to read the full article

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