There is a moment, about four minutes in, where you stop deciding whether you like it. The needle is down, the sleeve is on the arm of the chair, and the next forty minutes have already been agreed to. This vinyl record tote is for the part of you that keeps that agreement: SIDE A. ALL THE WAY THROUGH. NO SKIPPING. Typeset like a 1970s sleeve credit block: a heavy condensed slab header, a grooved platter and tonearm beneath, and a sunburst of rays opening out behind. Every mark is original: no band, no label, no borrowed cover art.
Long shoulder handles and a roomy, everyday-carry interior, sized to bring LPs home from the shop flat and unbent, plus the everyday haul. The range runs deep and dark on purpose, record-sleeve shades. It also solves the one real problem with buying for a record collector: this cannot be a duplicate. A self-treat for the crate-digger, and the gift that lands for anyone who still sits down for a whole side.
