Bruckner: Symphony No.7, Shostakovich: Symphony No.7, "Leningrad", Jonathan Berger, Harriet Scott Chessman: Mỹ Lai and Terry Riley: Autodreamographical Tales.

Ornette Coleman: Genesis of Genius: The Contemporary Albums, Ches Smith: Interpret It Well, Melissa Aldana: 12 Stars, Tommaso Moretti: Inside Out and Immanuel Wilkins: The 7th Hand.

Cosmic American Derelicts: The Twain Shall Meet and Destroyer: Labyrinthitis.

I have never written about the ultraboutique reissues from the London-based Electric Recording Company. Pressed in quantities of 300 or so, each title sells out within days (or hours) of its release, despite a price tag of $400 or more. Why review what can't be had?

Playing records is a delight-filled chore. The simple, quiet act of lowering a tonearm places one's mind at the ready for something marvelous to happen. Surely, this gentle ritual initiates a higher mode of psychic connectedness than poking absentmindedly at a side-facing equilateral triangle on a piece of cheap plastic.