It’s all about cassettes for me. Tapes. I love ’em. Don’t they feel amazing? The rattle they make when you shake them. The texture of the little teeth in the holes. The hunt for some Sellotape to cover up one of the popped-out toggles because you found something even more important to record than the thing you thought you wanted to keep forever. The number of times I’ve taped over treasure from when I was a kid so I could record some rubbish off the radio…