Black Star Riders
Flashback Records
Islington, London
Scott Gorham takes his glasses off so that Classic Rock’s photographer can get some shots of him browsing through the racks in the basement of the record store. But there’s a snag: “I can’t see what records I’m looking at now…”
“Don’t worry,” says Ricky Warwick, standing next to him. “Just make sure you’re not browsing through the Gay Techno section.”
“You mean the Boys Town section?” I say. “Yeah,” says Gorham. “Like, I thought it said the Boys Are Back In Town section…”
The Black Star Riders frontmen crack up laughing. Photos duly taken, Scott retrieves his specs and they go back to browsing.
We’re in Flashback Records, in très chic Islington, North London. Outside it is raining. Down here in the comfortingly musty basement of the store, there is thunder.
“It’s fifty quid total?” an aghast Warwick says, when told the terms of the deal Classic Rock have lain down. “Is it? I thought it was fifty quid each!” He stares balefully at the bundle of vinyl he’s cradling in his arms.
Gorham is equally horror-struck. “You mean the whole thing is fifty? Holy shit! I’m gonna end
