For the uninitiated, XTC is often the best band you’ve never fully heard. For the devoted, they are a religion. Swindon’s finest post-punk prophets spent three decades defying categorization—skittering from angular new wave to psychedelic pop, then to fully orchestral, pastoral brilliance. But unlike their peers (Elvis Costello, The Police, Talking Heads), a significant chunk of XTC’s story exists in the grey area of digital archiving. This brings us to a specific, beloved corner of the internet: the ecosystem.
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