Flip the
whole crate.

Twenty-eight pressings in the racks. Every one pulled by hand.

Stop on
the one.

You know it when your thumb won't move past it. That's the record.

Ring wear
and all.

Bumped corners, split seams, the lot. We'd rather tell you than hide it.

It's been
played.

Every record here got a spin before it went in the racks. You can hear one too.