From Japan: A Trip to Indie Game Music Con M3

“Please don’t buy any of my albums,” the soft-spoken skinhead in front of me insists. “They’re terrible.” Rifling through the jewel cases adorned by Godzilla, Masked Rider, and forgotten sentai superheroes from the ’70s, his idea of terrible seemed right up my alley. I ask him to do his worst.

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