My friend used to go in here once a week and beg for a job. You’ve seen High Fidelity? It’s that kind of shop, but with a metal bent and if only Rob Gordon worked there and Jack Black’s character was forbidden from entering the premises. If I’d grown up in the area, I’d probably have done similar begging. There’s a Dixons around the corner, but why bother when you have this gem, with it’s cult DVDs and obscure records and an almost official promise that whoever is behind the counter is going to talk to you at length about the record you’ve just bought. It’s a mix of second hand and new stuff, with some memorabilia and paraphernalia as well. Be warned: I can always find something for poochange, but I somehow get sucked into a time vacuum and come out 3 hours later without noticing any time has passed at all.