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ahahahahahahaha.
Beautiful.
What very few people know is that Riz' emporium *has* to blast its music at earsplitting volume. He doesn't mind, of course.
If you're ever in the shop just before closing, (if so, I recommend you wear the concrete headphones Riz so thoughtfully provides, you might see something intriguing.
Look for a couple of shady characters loitering by the 'Dub for Demons' rack, idly flicking through the Jimmmy Cliff vinyl. It's usually pretty 'quiet' over there.
They're a striking pair: one is tall, casually, even scruffily dressed. You'll know him by his immacualate Adidas shell-toes. The other, short, sharp, suited. Brown pinstripe as offensive weapon. They're arguing good-naturedly about Mick Hucknall's funding of Blood and Fire.
You must make sure they don't know you're watching but you'll see them lean in towards the racks, pick up a lovers' rock compilation, lean through the racks and disappear.
You can circle the rack, but you won't find them. that's Illmatic and Gypsy, and they're the (fuck the)Moot. |
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