Roslindale's proto-heavy metal supermarket

As I walked into the Village Market at lunchtime today, I heard In-A-Gadda Da-Vida over all the loudspeakers. And not some wussy 1000 Strings-ish faux-music nonsense; it was the real thing.

Meanwhile, next door, Jax just keeps looking more and more like that guy who's not quite dead yet in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail." When are they finally closing?