Idolator

Being a professional rock critic means you wind up accumulating a lot of records—some of which you even keep! In Singles Again, Chuck Eddy will, as he put it, "cash in on inevitable nostalgia for a more innocent analog time by digging out and spinning for myself all the mysterious indie vinyl 7-inches by forgotten no-names that have piled up on my shelf over the past decade or two, in hopes of figuring out why the heck I kept them in the first place." In this installment, he careens from 1981 Louisville to the early-millennium deep German south and back again:

Being a professional rock critic means you wind up accumulating a lot of records—some of which you even keep! In Singles Again, Chuck Eddy will...well, actually we'll just let him explain it this first time around:

So this new column is where I cash in on inevitable nostalgia for a more innocent analog time by digging out and spinning for myself all the mysterious indie vinyl 7-inches by forgotten no-names that have piled up on my shelf over the past decade or two, in hopes of figuring out why the heck I kept them in the first place. In alphabetical order, no less.