On a recent drinking trip to the Midlands, my Nottingham based (but Stockport born) mate was trying to paint a picture of what Notts most famous record store was like. I didn't believe him. I put it down to the fact we'd had one or three, and he was exaggerating...
Fast forward, from Friday night to Saturday afternoon, and he certainly was not. Never seen anything like it. Floor to ceiling of untidily stacked boxes and bags of records. Half the shop unstoppable, a wall of vinyl. On the floor snapped pieces of unloved LPs.
There's hardly any space to shop, COVID rules need not apply. One chap tried to find a bargain in the unsorted bags, as he dug he dislodged and was buried under unknown tunes.
That's Rob's Records, apparently. Come for the vinyl, stay because you've been crushed to death...
And I loved it.
Plenty to flick through and bargain prices. Between us we left with Beautiful South, The Farm, Paris Angels, The Smiths, Bryan Ferry, Inspiral Carpets, Roxy Music, Simple Minds and Erasure. A Wonderland indeed.
Can't wait to go back.