For some strange reason amongst all the countless dreary capitalist consumer purchases I've made during my life, the record buying ritual, the thrill of the hunt, the risk taken, a new world opened up, has stuck with me. If I looked through my collection, especially the vinyl and gaze at the covers, even though I can't quote date and time, I can recall a series of sense memories connected to when where and who I obtained that particular disc from. How I felt when I got home and first put it on.