A 1980s advert for Kingbee Records, taken from the shop's website:
In a piece from 2007, music journalist and well-known Kingbee loiterer John McCready wrote:
"It’s the 21st century. Vinyl is dead. The iPod is king. Even CDs are being sized up for the great format dustbin in the sky. They’re trying to sell us zeros and ones, bits of hard drive space, that insurance companies won’t acknowledge even exist. The papers are full of it. The end of an ear ‘ole. Fopp gone bust, beloved independent shops closing left right and centre, all the lonely people up all night on crap tops - measuring their musical taste out in regimented 79p bites.
Painted budgie yellow on an unassuming row on Wilbraham Road is one shop that simply refuses to fall in line. You can’t move in here on Saturday afternoon for errant dads who’ve been sent out for a loaf and taken a musical detour, indie hipsters discovering krautrock and discovering the 80s on 50p sevens, serious spending collectors eyeing the big pieces on the walls, disco mums with prams in the 12” racks, reggae obsessives sifting the boxes for super heavyweight ska, still sharp in their 50s chaps in good shoes, evaluating the latest northern stock, Big shot US house DJs in town for the night and doubling up on obscure electro on sale at a snip, king bee WAGS huffing and puffing at the door while their loved ones spend half of next months mortgage on a pile of CDs that remind them of pramless teenage freedom, old fellers in the jazz racks lost in a world of trios, blue note and bossa, Beatle nuts buying different issues of records they already own, mods and sods, pop gods and odd bods - people who know that music is the only real magic in life."
Artefact added : 12th February 2014