It’s early on Friday afternoon, and most of the traffic is headed the other direction as the Irieland crew – Jah Seal, Aldubb, Mr Glue and Pierre-Antoine Foulquier – arrives from the motorway into Hamburg. We follow the Reeperbahn towards the harbour, and down past the fish market. “Later we have to have a fischbrotchen with white wine,” says Pierre. We nod in agreement. We’re already hungry, but there’s something more pressing to do. We’re vinyl addicts on the way to a record factory.