I have in my possession two test pressings of Chris Coco – Freedom Street, the new album, the one that seems to have taken forever to finish. Gingerly I dust off the turntable, set it spinning at exactly thirty three and a third revolutions per minute, and carefully lower the arm onto the virgin vinyl. There’s a little crackle and a pop, then track one side one, Word, explodes out of the speakers. I am convinced that the bass is smoother and rounder than the digital version. It sounds beautifully punchy and again I am happy.