Pete Green mentioned something in a previous post's comments about Andy's Records in Victoria Street, Grimsby. I thought a little post about this mecca of music was apt.
Pete used to work in Andy's - not that I ever remember seeing him in there, mind - and I think he'll agree it was the sort of place that, for a callow 15 year old, could be quite intimidating.
I'm not one for fetishising record shops, really. I mean - they're only shops, after all, but Andy's had more vinyl in it than I've seen in a record shop before or since. The middle of the shop was packed with two aisles of vinyl that seemed to stretch for about thirty feet either side. Or maybe I was just smaller then. Either way, I used to spend at least two hours in this place every Saturday morning, completely on my own, before making my choices, paying, getting some fish and chips and walking round to my Dad's second hand car garage in Eleanor Street to clean some cars (50p a car: slave labour) and sneak a look at the nuddy calendar in his office.
Anyway, because I knew even less about music then than I know I used to take a chance of buying records more. One of these records that really sticks in the mind is Love is Hell by Kitchens of Distinction, which I thought had a nice cover. I'd also seen them mentioned in Melody Maker the previous week, or something like that. And their name was suitably krraaaayzee.
I took Love is Hell home when I'd finished washing the stupid cars and played and instantly fell in love with it. And I still am. Their second album, Strange Free World, is even better. And then they went a bit rubbish, but never mind.
Andy's has now long gone, and, the last time I went down Victoria Street, was empty and its windows full of posters for a long gone depressing circus in Cleethorpes. That sort of sums up walking around my home town these days. But, for some of us, there'll always be Andy's.
Right, here is the frankly immense The 3rd time we opened the capsule from Love is Hell.