Poppacool

So every Saturday morning — every single one — I call my buddy to see if he’s found any garage‑sale treasures. And by “treasures,” I mean vinyl. Not priceless antiques, not rare coins… vinyl. I’m basically a truffle pig for 45s, and he’s my unpaid scout. A few weeks ago, I’m driving into town, feeling optimistic, like today is the day I...

The A‑side gives me shades of Mickey & Sylvia’s Love Is Strange — not a direct lift, more like the spiritual cousin that shows up uninvited to the family reunion. But let’s be honest: these two supposed lovebirds aren’t exactly setting the room on fire. Jean drifts off‑key in a way tha...

The Catalinas seem to be the ultimate Carolina Beach Music band, and their influence is recognized through their induction into both the Beach Music Hall of Fame and the North Carolina Music Hall of Fame. You could say they are a revolving‑door institution. A band that’s been around so long and churned through so many musicians that the

I figured I’d sneak another 12" single out of the vaults — one that’s been sitting there like a shy guest at the party, waiting for its moment. Sure, I could hold out for the UK 45 with the picture sleeve, but let’s be honest: that day may never arrive. Some records are destined to haunt want lists forever.

Dumptruck was a staple on my turntable in the ’80s, that jangly...

The Hoodoo Gurus proclaim, “Ever since the World Began… Ooh Wee,” and honestly, those melodies still whisk me off to some alternate dimension where everything sounds faintly of jangly guitars. But every now and then, I’m forced to revisit one of My life’s great unsolved mysteries: I once had a promo copy of that 12" single. Had. Past tense. Gone. Vanished. ...