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When it comes to vinyl, I am very firmly a 33rpm person. Not only because record player makes switching the speed rather laborious but also because those 45s mean that you’re busy putting on new records all the time which conflicts with my laziness.
But when seeing the following recently:
(45 instead of 33) printed on an anti-fascist shirt, I had to nod. What a difference context can make even in plain numbers…