Early 90s.
No internet. No budget. Just letters, tape hiss, and the belief that music this raw deserved something physical to hold.
A fanzine. A rented PO box. Cassettes arriving from places you couldn't find on a map.
Nobody knew it was a teenager running the whole thing.
That was the point.
Then came
thirty years
of something else.
Corporate life. Long hours. The kind of work that fills a calendar and empties something else.
The music never left. It just waited.
In early 2026, with a clear head and nothing left to prove inside a boardroom — the obsession returned.
Different format. Same belief.
What you hold
in your hands
matters.
Vellum exists for one reason: to release music that deserves to be pressed.
Limited editions. No repress. Vinyl mastered for vinyl — not converted from a streaming file.
Not a shop.
A moment that will not repeat.