Blog: Have You Heard

A rigid motorcycle ride, down the unkempt sprawl of Atlanta, full of three Red Bulls, brought me to the sunny day record store show at Criminal Records, now in the center of Little Five Points. But if you're like me, and you wheeled down the strip, you would have had the chance for a fifteen-dollar certificate for Vortex. I cruised around the block in a "T-Sizzle," as my driver so aptly dubbed the model of a Scion I would never purchase. A short drift around the block later, I found myself indulging in the oral orgasm of a free Vortex [...]