Ah, Record Store Day. A Luddite’s dream: a celebration of tangible art in the age of digitization, convenience and piracy. Started in 2007 by a coalition of avid indie record shop supporters, it’s a holiday that tries to combat the impersonal experiences of corporate music stores and online downloads with a sense of community. As someone who has undoubtedly violated the sacredness of this holiday — I am quite familiar with how torrents work and I’m pretty sure that I’ve bought a record at Target before — it’s a rather intimidating monolith. But rather than get political about it (because this pariah don’t preach), I’m going to focus on what I do understand: the music! In honor of the hippest of holidays, artists from all scenes are making exclusive Record Store Day releases. So hop on down to the Commons on Saturday and visit Angry Mom Records (located in the basement of Autumn Leaves Used Books) and pick up some of these sweet jams (Note: not all of these are guaranteed to be at Angry Mom, but you’re sure to find something worth picking up regardless).

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys

Already deemed worthy of a video by the Sheffield quartet, this is a song that views Zeppelin-quality riffage through the sepia-toned perspective (think allusions to The Lone Ranger) Alex Turner rode to near perfection on last year’s Suck It and See. It shows the boys embracing a more traditional rock sound without abandoning the trickily constructed lyrical turns that have set them apart from day one.

“Born to Die (Damon Albarn Remix)”/“Blue Jeans (Penguin Prison Remix)” by Lana Del Rey

If you have spent any time on the internet in the past six months, you are already tired of all the hype surrounding the former Lizzie Grant. But once Mr. Damon “I was in Blur and Gorillaz” Albarn and Penguin Prison, the production crew behind “Don’t Fuck With My Money,” are through with her, you’ll forgive believing the hype, if only for a little while.

The Flaming Lips and Heady Fwends by The Flaming Lips

Wayne Coyne and company not only recorded a double LP for your Record Store Day pleasure, but brought along a diverse crew including Neon Indian, Coldplay’s Chris Martin, Bon Iver, Tame Impala, Nick Cave, Biz Markie and, most spectacularly, Ke$ha to help make it. Like everything the Lips put their name on, it’s bound to be freaky, kind of bizarre and a little ridiculous. Mostly, though, it’ll probably just kick ass. 

Upstairs at United, Vol. 3 by JEFF the Brother­hood

To some people, this may just seem like some dorky garage band’s half-assed contribution to a holiday that would give them a little bit of street cred. Those people are forgetting something: this isn’t just some dorky garage band. This is JEFF the fucking Brotherhood we’re talking about here. It’s bound to be a raucous introduction to a band that has been described as “rabble-rousing” by none other than the venerable Peter Jacobs ’13. If you like rock music but just wish it would get to the awesome parts already, this is one you ought to check out.

Mclusky Do Dallas by Mclusky

You know what? I’m not even going to try to sell you this album using useless things like “adjectives” and “related artists.” I’m just going to let the song titles (“Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues,” “Fuck This Band,” “To Hell With Good Intentions”) and some sample lyrics (“All your friends are cunts/Your mother is a ballpoint pen thief,” “Pull up my pants now the camera crew is gone/In your statement to the police, tell them how you turn me on,” “My love is bigger than your love/We take more drugs than a touring funk band”) speak for themselves. If you thought any of those were at all funny or clever, you will love this album.

The Breakfast Club Soundtrack by Various Artists

If you don’t tear up when you hear “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” by Simple Minds, you have no soul.