Note to fellow label comrades: releasing 27 albums in one month is probably completely fucking insane and requires an ABSURD amount of work, but... When the last poster is folded and the final order is ready to be bagged and shipped, a rare calm descends. I purvey music from the furthest reaches of the bleeding edge in order to explore zones of beatific purity. So endeth the day at Karl Schmidt Verlag...
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