Side B is a small private corner for people who still drop the needle on Sunday mornings. We are not collectors. We are not dealers. We are just a few friends who think the crackle is part of the music.
Mostly the second sides — the ones nobody plays. Long instrumentals, abandoned B-tracks, dub plates, dusty jazz reissues, weird private-press folk records that show up in cardboard boxes at flea markets.
Not a shop. Not a discogs alternative. Not a label. Not a streaming service. Not a marketplace. Nothing on Side B is for sale, will ever be for sale, or could be confused with anything for sale.