I like everything about them — the rare tracks, the gimmicky little trinkets, the photos and essays.
But occasionally I see a box set that makes me snicker. Who’d buy that? That artist isn’t box worthy. And then the other day it occurred to me that the reason that I love these box sets and loathe those box sets is exactly the same.
That and the origin of the box set (spoiler alert: It’s 85 years old) in this Diffuser essay.