Este tipo é implacável... No One Gives A Toss About Your New Turntable, Mate
- January 7, 2016 Josh Baines
If the statistics are to be believed, HMV alone sold a turntable a minute over the Christmas period.
Which means a lot of us will have a mate like the mate above, the mate who just got a new turntable actually, mate, and won't stop banging on about vinyl as if the medium you choose to listen to music via means a single fucking thing in the face of the unceasingly brutal universe we find ourselves flailing in.
There's nothing wrong with buying vinyl per se, and yes we should all support artists and independent shops as much as we can because the big megacorps with their ten-football-pitch-sized factories are the devil incarnate, and yep, vinyl can sound really good on a properly calibrated system, and, yeah, it is nice to have a few choice looking 12"s on your coffee table plonked next to a Phaidon book of Soviet architecture and a Diptyque candle and a funny Clipper lighter, but....but that's it.
Vinyl is nice in the same way apple crumble is, or bubble baths are.
It's something that's just there like oak trees, syphilis, and Anthony Costa.
It's absence in the world, should the unthinkable happen, would go unnoticed.
Imagine, for a second, having a mate who chews your ear off down the pub about how great the new lossless file he downloaded from Boomkat sounds playing through his brand new Sonos wireless set up.
Imagine, too, having a mate who looks you dead in the eye and tells you, over a foaming, nut brown pint of ale on a cold Tuesday night, that, "CDs are the only way to listen to music properly."
Imagine having those mates.
You'd chuck them faster than, Christ, it's too early in the year to think of funny similes.