I figured I’d sneak another 12" single out of the vaults — one that’s been sitting there like a shy guest at the party, waiting for its moment. Sure, I could hold out for the UK 45 with the picture sleeve, but let’s be honest: that day may never arrive. Some records are destined to haunt want lists forever.
Dumptruck was a staple on my turntable in the ’80s, that jangly guitar pulling me in the way candy pulls in a kid with no adult supervision. They never hit the big time, unless you count the label they were on — and Big Time did them no favors. The label went bankrupt, meddled where it shouldn’t, and dragged the band into lawsuits they couldn’t possibly weather. A promising group undone by the very machine meant to lift them up.
Still, I’ve got those Big Time LPs, spinning in all their battered, glorious defiance.
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