The cassette is sentient, and the magnetic tape unspools and performs its nefarious deeds, like loop itself around my neck several dozen times to keep me from writing about it, from getting the word out to the masses that we have to stop it at all costs. Lucky for me (and you, in the end), I’m in arm’s reach of a scissors, and we all know that magnetic tape is no match for scissors. That’s why we play rock/magnetic tape/scissors at my house — scissors cuts magnetic tape! I’m unique
another great write up of the excellent WUMISI tape, grab one here: https://ojcrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/wumisi












