Nominally a record store, but nearly a Narnia for lovers of music and devotees to the slightly faded utopian notion of a counterculture, Vinal Edge fits into the landscape of things somewhere between a public literacy program and a Borgesian labyrinth of endlessly forking paths. When it comes to the more adventurous forms of music, if Vinal Edge doesn't have it, or doesn't hurry to acquire it, you probably don't need it. Head vinal-ist Chuck Roast first alighted in these parts in the mid-'80s, landing in the then-bland north Houston suburbs like a noisy Mary Poppins, with mischief in mind and an overflowing carpetbag of freaky notions. He's since moved his base nearer to town, carrying on the good work of edifying feral children and rehabilitating wayward adults.