The strictly charity shop vinyl DJ seeks employment
They proclaim it loudly and proudly. Every boozer in the land these days puts on a DJ night where the fare is "vinyl". One hundred per cent vinyl. All vinyl. Vinyl, vinyl, vinyl. They're mad for it (apparently). Is there some hidden secret behind all this? Something I'm not quite getting? Could it be the supposed "authenticity" of music played by an old-fashioned DJ who plonks a stylus down onto a slippery bit of rotating plastic? Is it a return to a time when things were "genuine", not the modern fakery of streaming and hearing music via bitrate? Hmm. Anyway, very belatedly I've realised I need to ... get in on the act . Yep, I'm throwing myself into the vinyl craze. And here we are: an all-vinyl mini-set from the Niluccio vaults. Yeah, man, exciting times. I'd like to pretend I picked these records with the express intention of playing them during my next DJing appearance down the local pub but er, no. In fact these are simply the las...
