Ditching DRM constitutes no more than failing to understand the beauty in their own industry’s endless manipulation of music formats: genres of infinite division. Why add barriers to half baked musical delusions? Destiny is yesterday’s fish’n’n chip paper. Let the torrents of generic rage. Let mediocrity find adolescence.

As Burrough concurs, the only preordained is a ghosting of what we think we know. Editing, unleash your secrets.

EMI, churn the fodder out faster, let it develop, let it mutate.