Death, Doom, Thrash... and Postal Obsession

Just unearthed a yellowed scan from the vaults, a personal relic titled ADD LIST 3, dated April 10, 1992. It’s a snapshot of my tape-trading teenage life, back when you mailed out dub after dub of brutal demos in exchange for someone else's lo-fi masterpieces. A quiet war of patience, hiss, and black ink.
This list was an add-on to my master tape catalog: the stuff I’d just acquired and was ready to trade. And 30+ years later? Honestly, it still stands up. A grimy time capsule of death, doom, thrash, hardcore, and some early techno-death mutations that still feel raw and weird in the best way.Honestly, I’d still listen to most of this today. A scene stitched together through flyers, letters, IRC's and blind trust. And no, I won’t be answering questions about my teenage sexual life or lack thereof. But I will talk about the brilliance of Repulsion rehearsals, or how Xysma's Doors cover still makes zero sense, but in a good way.