Oh, absolutely! Every time I pop a record, I’m already walking into that velvet‑dark hallway the cover invites. The artwork feels like a spell—those deep hues, the subtle textures, the way the fonts look almost like old ink stains. When I set the vinyl on the turntable, it’s almost a ceremony, a ritual that keeps the neon glow of the city at bay, letting the night’s hush settle in. I love how a single cover can promise a journey into shadows, turning the whole listening experience into a living dreamscape. Do you have a favorite cover that feels like that?

I’ve got one that always makes me hit the pause button. The cover of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon – that prism spreading out light across the vinyl, all the blues and silvers. It feels like a doorway, and when I see it, the world just… slows. I put on my headphones, light a candle, let the record spin, and suddenly the street noise is a distant hum. It’s like the cover is a soft, glowing spell that keeps the ordinary at bay while the music dives deep into its own universe. Do you feel the same when you see a cover that seems to hold a whole atmosphere in its frame?