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Just Another CD in the Wall
How many repackaged, reborn classics can you cheerfully consume?
For many years we have been filling the retirement coffers of old rock and rollers through an endless parade of remastered, remixed, and reformatted editions of their classic recordings. We are suckers for the anniversaries that seem to herald these repackaged rebirths: thirty, forty, some have reached fifty years and counting. The purchasing potential is limitless. And here we go coughing up again, all while it is money and not blood.
The latest wheeze (let’s keep up the respiratory metaphor) is the latest remix of The Beatles undeniable classic, Revolver. This is hot on the heels of Pink Floyd’s Animals. The latter somewhat delayed due to the eternal wranglings between Gilmour and Waters. ‘I am you and what I see is me’ — perhaps, they should learn the lesson of such lyrics.
Anyway I managed not to succumb to the siren calls of consumerism and held off on buying another Animals. I am quite happy with the one I’ve got, thank you. It sounds perfectly fine to my ears, albeit ears that are battered and abused through decades of misuse.
But this week I wasn’t lashed to the mast so tightly and they caught me. I was lulled by some of the reviews of the new Revolver remix, extolling the new lush sound quality… Hear…
