An uneven trundle down a musical memory lane

We’ve all been there: walking into a small, cramped, slightly seedy independent record store for the first time, glancing nervously around at the various fearsomely esoteric albums on display, being terrified to open one’s mouth for fear of instantly being judged as an irredeemable ignoramus. It’s a different shop for every person, of course – mine was Sound Cellar, a heavy rock outlet in Dublin’s south inner city which ...