There’s a hope and a dream when it comes to record collecting, or record reissuing that one day you’ll stumble upon a motherlode of records, the boxes from the back of a curt woman’s car, an attic with boxes overflowing, an estate sale at an abandoned record store. Sometimes though you hope you’ll just stumble across a single unmarked acetate that will blow your mind back to the stone age and over the course of three or four years you’ll dedicate most of your life to discovering who this band is and then when you finally do you’ll realize that from all that hard work you now have an amazing album to give back to the public.
Well, you know, we think that’s dreamy.
Thus, Emily Kaiser’s tale of rediscovering Minneapolis’ funk/soul outfit Haze touched us right in the soft spots below our chin.
