I imagine a Don / Godfather type figure sat behind his massive oak desk and leather chair as soft as a babies behind, then one of his minions runs in with a fresh dump!
and says "Don I bring you a new release what shall we number it"
"ah my son, let this be number xxxx and god speed!"
or I could be wrong!
so in reality who decides?
and says "Don I bring you a new release what shall we number it"
"ah my son, let this be number xxxx and god speed!"
or I could be wrong!
so in reality who decides?
