The peasants are acting like emperors.
(Here's a voice of indignation. There's an uncomfortable amount of truth in this, if dealing with practices of the past and a metro area. But please note: most record companies were never that generous with reviewers far from the media centers or even writers in general, and those least generous with writers and reviewers seem now to be the very same companies that will blanketly blame the writers
for all the acres of promos in the bins -- well, those extra extra extra boxes of records records records, the ones marked as promo on the books didn't all
go to the fellow record company executives, and they likely didn't all go to writers, so where do they go? Hint: Where would a record company get a sure result from their "promo" efforts? Because with a reviewer, there might not be a 100% guarantee.
You'll next likely wonder who might be the ones most guilty of the practice? Hint: They reveal themselves. To this day, even in the modern computer age, they provide promo copies in cheap plastic sleeves and no cover art. )