In wilder times, man hunted for survival or to prove his worthiness to pass along his DNA. This modern life requires no such effort. But the compulsive nature of man leads us to search none-the-less, scouring the city for the best taco or the perfect lamp. Obsession is a modern man’s hunger, and no variation of man knows this deep-pitted yearning more than the music fanatic. We track our prey on the interwebz and through the record stores, flipping through racks of records and reading tomes of reviews with a junkie-like fever, searching for the next morsel to sate our urges.