PETE PAPHIDES
Can you remember the first time you harboured thoughts of completism? The first time you pondered your adoration of an artist and your thoughts didn’t just stop at having most of their back catalogue? Can you remember the first time the prospect of a life without that non-album B-side didn’t seem like any sort of a life? For me, that moment happened when mere ownership of three hit singles and an album by Racey was no longer enough.