I went up North at the beginning of the week and Matt suggested I visited the record shop near Huddersfield train station, which turns out to be called Wall of Sound. I often find myself intimidated by independent record shops with the all male, over 50 muso crowd fighting over Yes albums, but not at Wall of Sound! The two staff were genuinely friendly, and made some good recommendations. It was a far cry from the robotic drone ‘did you find everything you were looking for today?’ from less than enthusiastic chain store staff.
The store itself was a joy to browse, CDs and records were displayed in specific genre sections, A-Z with new stuff and the store’s picks above, and a listening post on the front till. Whist I was there I recommended the Fleet Foxes EP to the staff, who put it on the stereo whist I was there which I though was nice. I ended up taking home Neko Case Fox confessor brings the flood, Smog Burning Kingdom EP, Tortoise & Bonny Prince Billy The Brave and the Bold and Gorkys Zygotic Mynci Spanish Dance Troup. It felt like a ‘classic’ record store experience which is sadly disappearing. They do mail order, and it will be the first avenue for everything I buy from now on.
If you think that was gushy, here is a 14yr old Connor Oberst (Bright Eyes) on his favorite record store.