It crackles like sizzling bacon, a fulfilling feeling spreads as the needle drops down….How it glides through the grooves – that tone, the physical persona, that obscure etchings in the lead-out section. To say nothing of the covers and their singular designs. The haptic sensation of holding a piece of vinyl in your hand. The privilege of hearing music in its purest, most stylish, traditional form. A record cannot be undone by a simple mouse click dragging it to the trash icon.