Today is Record Store Day, where we celebrate our local music emporium. Today you should brush off that hangover and pop down to your local record shop and buy what we used to call ‘a record’.
In recognition of the day, I’ve put together this little tribute to my teenage haunts. I used to literally spend entire weekends in one or more of of these dingy hang-outs thumbing through racks and racks of records. This will probably be of nostalgic value to an incredibly small subsection of our readership, most likely just me, but I wanted to share anyway:
All images courtesy of the British Record Shop Archive.