If one were to ask, "Why listen to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours on vinyl?" the retort would be, "Why breathe air? Why sip a decades-old Merlot?" Some experiences are simply meant to be savoured in their most natural state, unadulterated by the barbarity of modernity.
Rumours, a chronicle of love, lust, and loss, is a masterpiece which demands the intimate delicacy of vinyl. Its tales of emotional tumult resonate in the warmth of analogue sound, each note a resonant echo of the band's tempestuous journey. Stevie Nicks' haunting voice in 'Dreams', Lindsey Buckingham's bitter yearning in 'Go Your Own Way', and Christine McVie's soothing tones in 'Songbird' are all best enjoyed in the hallowed grooves of a vinyl record.
To listen to Rumours on any other medium is akin to viewing the Mona Lisa through a smartphone screen. It's not the same, dear reader. It never can be.