Small movie about the nice record shop in Fade street, Dubalin. Great shop, wrong decade. Still, it’s pathetic to think that due to the ridiculously high rents landlords charge for shop space in this country, there are so few record shops left. Contrast that with London, where you can’t turn a corner without smashing into a reggae-jazz-rockabilly-fusion store with two smelly hippies with roll-ups placed in various parts of their head glaring at you as if they have the meaning of life but are too uncomfortably filthy to move their lips and release their inner wisdom.

Also, why does everybody look like they are going to or coming back from a music festival? Too may festivals, I tells ya. Someone needs to sieve the shit.