This is barely a record store, and more of a boutique throwing stuff up on the wall to see what sells. A decent but paltry selection of mostly overpriced collectibles, not meant for actual listening or enjoyment, but decoration. As I browsed the racks, for a second I thought their letter dividers were off: Duke Ellington was in D, Ella Fitzgerald was in E, Fats Domino was in F... wait, what?
Then it hit me: the records were alphabetized by artist FIRST name. I asked the salesclerk if what I was seeing was intentional, and he asked me, "How is it normally done?" Stunned speechless, I left the store, never to return. It occurred to me later he'd probably never stepped foot inside of a library, and was following iTunes, which sorts likewise (at least it doesn't put The Animals in T). Pathetic.
If I weren't in the Bay Area, where truly fantastic record stores abound, I might forgive Ear Piece for being a dixie cup of water in a desert. But if this is what starts passing as a record store in Berkeley, I'm selling my turntable.