Mystic Disc:
For those into the good old era of Rock n’ Roll. Classic bands abound here, from ABBA to Zeppelin and back again. Run by a kindly gentleman by the name of Dan (attendee of Woodstock, so you know he knows his stuff), the store is packed to the hilt with CDs, tapes, and, yes, records, with a not insubstantial selection of modern hip-hop and newer indie and pop releases. Just the memorabilia lining the walls should be enough to attract the curious tourist (note the Lana Del Rey vinyl upon the wall… strictly, I’m afraid, for viewing, and not for sale).
Telegraph Autonomous Zone:
As the name would suggest, this puts a capital C in Culture (or a P, for Performative). Selling an outstanding collection of modern names, classic rock, and everything in between, a number of filled bookshelves (for sale or just aesthetic) may surprise the shopper, expecting Pop and not Proust. But, in keeping with the tastes of any number of modern matcha-drinkers, a book and a record seem to go hand in hand. Truly a must visit for new records from a variety of well-regarded, half-obscure names (King Crimson, anybody?).
Tumbleweeds:
Here, especially in the front of the store, one has a sudden urge to burn some incense and listen to “Penny Lane” by the Beatles. Maybe it’s the tie dye which appears everywhere, or maybe it’s the fancily-fringed leather goods, but there is something undeniably groovy about the store. In the back are the records, but on your path lies a notably large and well-organized CD selection. Those seeking modern names, be warned: this selection is the smallest of all three. But, what it lacks in Fleet Foxes it makes up for with Floyd (Pink, of course).
