Sure, the couch looks like it was pulled off somebody's porch and the "organization" resembles a post-kegger jumble of titles and artists, but that's half the appeal. If you're looking for tongue-pierced counter clerks to sell you a sneer with your Joni Mitchell Blue, there are plenty of hipper joints to cruise new tunes. But if you're pining for a redux of that high school hanging-out-in-your-best friend's-basement vibe, then this is the place to stack up a tower of titles and sink into a chill afternoon.
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