The great and mighty Mailmanbro returns this month, and he’s brought his cousin, Recordstorebro, with him.
WARNING: Colorful and non-Metal albums inside. Sorry, we can’t all be Tyree.
Last month our favorite former president brought us together in celebration of Mailmanbro, the ever present, ever vigilant bringer of parcels and packages. This month I would like to shine a light on his cousin, Recordstorebro.
You know him; the reserved figure that somehow always scores you the rare pressings of Scandinavian Black Metal you’ve never even heard of, the “business first” young gun that always has the latest releases a week in advance, the old hesher that talks for hours about the “good ‘ol days” and still out-moshes everyone in the pit, even the dorky looking guy that can recite every Napalm Death member in chronological order, and let us not forget the black nail polish goth chick that talks in Type O Negative lyrics. Whatever his or her incarnation is, the goods are always in stock, the tunes are always jamming, and the Top 5 lists are always being made.
I’ll start things off with my own haul
And here are the latest additions to some of our Toileteers’ never ending collections.
Whether your record store is like Championship Vinyl, Empire Records or even the flashy one in A Clockwork Orange, there you will always find a home. I now open the floor to you, my fellow toileteers, share your latest haul and perhaps even a tale about a Mailmanbro or Recordstorebro of your own.