I'm not even going to post the address of this place because it’s so bad and unless you’re stuck at the Essendon train station with an hour until your train don't bother. Forget that, if you are stuck waiting for a train or bus start walking and walk past this shop.
The shop was as tatty inside as it was outside, the vinyl selection was beige, the C.D's were blaa and the books were pulp, a little curation or even discrimination as to what makes it onto the shelves would go a long way.
I ended up buying Nelly Furtado's 'Whoa, Nelly!' for my daughter and Neil Diamond’s 'Hot August Night' for nostalgia value. At check out the guys tells me that practically ever crate brought into the shop has a copy of this album (Hot August Night)...!
What the shop really needs is a bit of a shake.
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