On Saturday, I had a succession of long car journeys ahead of me, so I succumbed to instant retail therapy and actually bought the Pet Shop Boys‘s 3-CD greatest hits compilation, PopArt, in an actual shop instead of waiting online and saving lots of cash.
When I do get a new CD, half the pleasure comes in finally opening the thing, and reading what I can – the liner notes, whatever. On a Greatest Hits package, you’d expect at least some kind of contextualising liner notes, perhaps a brief stop tour on the best songs, or even a few words from the Pets.
What do you get on PopArt? Nothing. Nada. Three CD sleeves, three CDs, publishing notes and some photographs. What’s there to look at? What a rip-off.
Maybe I’m just getting bitter.