WRacks and racks of CDse sell anything, and everything. How about some Audioslave, Bad Religion, Bob Marley, Clapton, Less Than Jake, Maiden, White Stripes, Led Zeppelin, and a thousand others. Plus, we can order in anything else.

There’s nothing like the feeling of opening a new CD. The crinkly cellophane, the liner notes, looking to see if there’s artwork on the CD, under the tray. And then that moment when you chuck in into your hifi and press “play”.

Even more Cds, coming out of our ears.And then you just settle down. You might be drinking a beer, a cup of tea, a pint of vodka. You might be in a comfortable chair, listening on headphones, in a bar, or leaning over the counter of your favourite music store, as the dude in the Dead Kennedys tshirt is rhapsodising about the intro to track 3. Ultimately, it. doesn’t. really. matter.

Because music just takes you to another, unaffected, uniquely relevant world; the soundtrack to life.

“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.”
Lester Bangs

Maybe you don’t buy albums that much any more, maybe you buy 10 a week: either way, you should flippin’ enjoy it when you do. But don’t go to HMV, or the supermarket: give music some respect! Come visit us at Nevermind, come listen to some boss tuneage, and soak in the atmostphere.

“Punk is not dead. Punk will only die when corporations can exploit and mass produce it.”
Jello Biafra