In summer 1989 I had a spell working at Our Price records, in Harrow. Around four months in all, but long enough to see that the old order was changing.
While the mainstream charts were yet to feel the impact, an earthquake was now brewing in English indie.
Record shops mattered
Record shops were still the only real source for most of purchasing new music. If we didn’t have it in stock, you couldn’t just go to Amazon or Discogs, or download or stream it. And other than Woolworths – which stocked the top 30 and little else – there was nowhere else to buy it. No Tesco Superstores and such like.
It’s hard to believe now, but there were actually two Our Price branches within a few streets of each other in that outer London suburban town centre.