I'm a little late posting this up thanks to my new position at the helm of HOUSE magazine. More of that later. Anyway, my music column on the semi-celebratory World Record Store Day ran a couple of weeks ago in The Guardian Guide. You can read it here.
"Before we all descend into some sub-Nick Hornby reverie, it's worth remembering what an unwieldy process this kind of music shopping was (like buying clothes without having seen them). As often as not, you purchased the "wrong" album by a band, or had just been completely misled by some drunk reviewer's florid outpourings in Melody Maker. I spent six weeks waiting for Hüsker Dü's Metal Circus to arrive from the States, expecting pop-punk genius, and got the sound of nails scraping down a blackboard. I eagerly legged it home with Patti Smith's Horses having been led to believe that some twat doing Van Morrison covers was a "seminal" punk record."
