Apocalypse Vinyl Genre Map
Every bin in the shop, laid out on one wall. Pick a crate and dig, search for that one oddly specific style you can’t stop thinking about, or drop the needle and let fate pick.
Big riffs, worn-in grooves, and the records that started all of it.
College radio grew up, kept the fuzz pedal.
Dig the whole crate→Jangly, fuzzy, earnest. Small labels, big hooks.
Dig the whole crate→From late-night cool to full free-blowing chaos. Bring patience, leave changed.
Every flavor of heavy. Doom to death, thrash to black. Earplugs sold separately.
Three chords, no patience, maximum volume.
Dig the whole crate→Sweet soul to slow jams. Grooves with a heartbeat.
Dig the whole crate→Boom bap, golden era, trap and whatever comes next. Pressed to wax.
Scores, cult films and game soundtracks. The movie always sounds better on vinyl.
Dig the whole crate→Built for the floor. Disco, house and the almighty twelve-inch.
Synths, circuits and machines with feelings.
Dig the whole crate→Cozy crooners to holiday chaos. We don't judge, even in July.
Dig the whole crate→Harsh, feedback-soaked and proudly unfit for your neighbors.
Dig the whole crate→