Drake Records

There will be a short Easter break from Karfreitag (April 03) until the following Tuesday (April 07) when the store remains closed.

Opened regulary until Gründonnerstag (April 02) and open again from Wednesday (April 08) on.

Have some relaxed Easter holidays and take some time to listen to records! 🤗 🎁 🐰 🌷 🥚

The Prince Of Darkness has left the building.

For as long as I can think, Ozzy's always been there.

I was 11 when I picked up the first Black Sabbath at the tiny record shop in the mall in Meckenheim (where I spend my childhood and teenage days). Back then I bought most of my records by cover artworks.
I remember the title track and it's intro worked very well in what the band had intended – scaring the s**t out of me. I put it aside for a while. After some time I recorded it onto tape (without actually listening) and took it with me when me and my parents went to the Eifel forest.
It was an autumn sunday afternoon and rain was still dripping off the leaves when started walking.
I listened to the entire album on my walkman and began to connect to the eerieness of the music, like reading a classic gothic poem.

A year later I found another Sabbath album („Sabbath Bloody Sabbath“) at our local store.
And then again, visiting Cologne on a Satuday noon, my dad went record shopping with me at the largest record shop in the area, I mostly picked up what I was missing by Sabbath (still not all). I could barely sleep the night before.

Months later I was heading for Bonn. „Musicland“ (with a small basement that carried all the important underground stuff) helped me get through teenhood by providing Metal and Punk records.

My English teacher allowed me to bring a song to class every once in a while, that we would listen and then translate the lyrics.
It was a welcome change compared to the regular classes, so not many complained about the fact that I mostly chose Heavy Metal.
Within a year it was two songs by Ozzy – one was „Crazy Train“(with it's lyrics about the state of the world and the humanist hope that one day, people would unite) and the other „Killer Of Giants“ (about the destruction of the rain forest).

Ozzy's distinct voice has become part of my musical listening and thinking a long time ago. It's such a familiar voice in my head, almost like my own.

Now he's gone.
Rest In Power
and as Oz liked to put it at his shows: „Love you all!“

The Prince Of Darkness has left the building. For as long as I can think, Ozzy's always been there. I was 11 when I picked up the first Black Sabbath at the tiny record shop in the mall in Meckenheim (where I spend my childhood and teenage days). Back then I bought most of my records by cover artworks. I remember the title track and it's intro worked very well in what the band had intended – scaring the s**t out of me. I put it aside for a while. After some time I recorded it onto tape (without actually listening) and took it with me when me and my parents went to the Eifel forest. It was an autumn sunday afternoon and rain was still dripping off the leaves when started walking. I listened to the entire album on my walkman and began to connect to the eerieness of the music, like reading a classic gothic poem. A year later I found another Sabbath album („Sabbath Bloody Sabbath“) at our local store. And then again, visiting Cologne on a Satuday noon, my dad went record shopping with me at the largest record shop in the area, I mostly picked up what I was missing by Sabbath (still not all). I could barely sleep the night before. Months later I was heading for Bonn. „Musicland“ (with a small basement that carried all the important underground stuff) helped me get through teenhood by providing Metal and Punk records. My English teacher allowed me to bring a song to class every once in a while, that we would listen and then translate the lyrics. It was a welcome change compared to the regular classes, so not many complained about the fact that I mostly chose Heavy Metal. Within a year it was two songs by Ozzy – one was „Crazy Train“(with it's lyrics about the state of the world and the humanist hope that one day, people would unite) and the other „Killer Of Giants“ (about continuing war threat). Ozzy's distinct voice has become part of my musical listening and thinking a long time ago. It's such a familiar voice in my head, almost like my own. Now he's gone. Rest In Power and as Oz liked to put it at his shows: „Love you all!“ #ozzy #blacksabbath #farewell #restinpower #heavymetal #theprinceofdarkness #musiclovers #mourning #doommetal