Director/writer Jason Blackmore’s Records Collecting Dust is a 57-minute documentary/love letter to vinyl and the places where it is/was sold. While having its heart in the right place, Dust failed to keep even me—the bull’s-eye of its target demo—riveted.

The movie is hobbled by two flaws: First, you wish you could hear the records over which everyone in Dust is enthusing. But the licensing would be astronomical. So take notes and YouTube away if something intrigues you.

The second flaw regards the actual collectors Blackmore has chosen to wax eloquent—or not, as the case often is—about their first-bought, favorite, and life-changing records. Most of them are middle-aged white guys from California underground-rock groups and/or label bosses (e.g., Jello Biafra, Mike Watt, David Yow, Keith Morris).

Only two women—former Black Flag bassist Kira Roessler, who says she hates record stores, and Frontier Records founder Lisa Fancher—appear, and no black people. This lack of diversity, coupled with a dearth of memorable insight and predictable tastes (with a few exceptions) gets wearisome.

When former Seattle resident/Listen, Whitey! author Pat Thomas talks us through his collection of black-power-oriented LPs, it offers a much-needed diversion. And defunct Seattle shop Fallout Records gets a robust shout-out from Sunn O)))’s Greg Anderson. The other highlight? Jello raving about Hawkwind’s Space Ritual. “There would be no ‘Holiday in Cambodia’ without Hawkwind.” Too often, though, Dust sounds like a broken record.