I can never shake the feeling that nothing I buy will ever meet the required coolness of the hipster cashier. As if every time I turn my back the store clerks are silently mocking me and hiding their guffaws behind a worn copy of some Sonic Youth rarity (in vinyl). It's frankly more pressure than I can stand. But the collection is large and filled with just about anything you can hope to find (I still like Sonic Boom better).