My amplifier doesn’t have tone controls, so I listen to everything exactly as is. So if something sounds great, it’s organically great. And if something sounds awful, I can tell instantly. (If I think an LP needs help, I’ll digitize it and then use Izotope RX10 to try and improve things.)
As I get older, I play the records that matter the most to me less and less often. In part it’s because I know them so well that I’ve internalized them. But also I think it’s because I’m afraid of using them up. Anyway, I haven’t played this one in over a year; happy to report that it still works.
I have zero interest in the use of technology to reanimate the corpse of the Beatles, but if we’re gonna do that shit I wish someone had done the ten or fifteen minutes of sonic necromancy it would have taken to eliminate the hideous saxophone and flute parts from this new Dylan at Budokan release.
Ugh. Yes, I actually do know that it’s spelled “Dieter.”
Just started reading this wild new meta-novel which is almost entirely written in Polari. You’d probably like it.
That’s insane. How is even possible to love The Fall and not love Brix? I would quit that group immediately.
No shortage of great and near-great albums before and after, but the sustained consistency of that run is for the ages.
They were in the middle of an incredible hot streak of great albums by that point; I think at a certain point the NME and Melody Maker ran out of differentiating superlatives.