It’s close to 2pm when Fergus Alexander pulls up outside my hotel in Brisbane’s inner north, engine idling, a faint pulse of Selador sessions leaking through...
There’s a particular kind of frustration that every serious record collector knows. You’ve spent years, possibly decades, building a collection that means something to...
How a $15,000 laser turntable became the holy grail for vinyl purists who refuse to let their records dieThere’s something beautifully ironic about using...