Even after a thorough soul search, I still have no idea why I buy horror movie soundtracks. I know why I watch horror movies, that's an easy one: the expressive techniques, the visceral thrills, the borderline sexual thrill of being scared. Listening to soundtracks from horror films though? That's far more difficult to reason. How can I possibly justify pottering around the house on a nice summery afternoon, while preparing some dinner for my wife, playing with the cat, organising my LEGO into colour-specific boxes, and listening to the pulsating, weird cacophony of Dario Argento's Tenebrae. I'm basically a sicko.