Record Store Day celebrated its 15th anniversary last month, with thousands of independent shops taking part across the UK, and seasoned vinyl junkies clamouring alongside casual collectors for a chance to take home an exclusive release. The nation’s wax obsession is showing no signs of waning; the appeal of tactility, that ‘warm’ analogue sound and the fact that its limitations oblige us to enjoy one album, in order, at a time being the most commonly cited reasons. However, while records continue to be celebrated with cultish enthusiasm, their technological successor, despite being smaller, cheaper and possessing similar tactile qualities, somehow fails to attract the same nostalgic veneration.
Like many children of the Eighties, my love affair with music didn’t start with vinyl, it started with tapes, more specifically the dusty…
