Drowning in a sea of CDs and getting in a stress over our cover feature, I did what all editors do in times of crisis and I did a tidy. It was fucked, the amount of stuff I had piled up. The AMOUNT of stuff. Music stuff. When I close my eyes I see eager press releases and when I close my ears I hear the sound of people trying to sound like no-one else, and usually failing. And there’s the no box, which is where things go that have NO written on them in pen only right-thinking people can see. I tell friends to look in the no box when they come for tea, but usually they’re my friends and therefore liable to say no also, because obviously I’m only friends with people who don’t want a Travis best of. Although I did shift a few Thrill Kill Kult CDs outta there (for the record, my ex, who took them, actually said they were worse than he remembered. The no box tells no lies). Anyway, I was going through it though, because sometimes I put stuff in there by accident, and I found Crack: We Are Rock, and I swear I never put it in there. The cover is so rad, and nothing on Tigerbeat6 goes in the no box. In fact, you know what I realised - my wife sometimes just drops stuff in there without looking, because she never wears her glasses or looks at CDs, which is why she’s always putting CDs back in the wrong cases, and she had just dropped this rather excellent dark, elastic, gloriously one-dimensional album in the no box, and now it is mine - MINE. Oh yes. For this reason it’s record of the day, although I doubt it’ll be record of the day tomorrow.