Oh shit. Here we go again. As another year comes to a close we at Tabs Out must fulfill our contractual obligation to rank the best cassettes of 2015, as per the agreement we made with Cassatan centuries ago. We don’t want to do this, we must. Lest we be heaved into a flaming pit of magnetic tape and broken decks, a 30-second loop of tortured souls being the only thing we hear for all of eternity. Too scary.