Back in the days, your parents and grand-parents had real record stores, not that iTunes bullshit. And the reference was His Master's Voice, bka HMV.
Pictures of the Oxford Street (London) store hit the fan last year. Although taken a few decades agao, they display a strange feeling of an hypothetical future, à la "2001 : Space Odyssey".
Ultra nostalgia ? Yeah.
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