cantara256
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These things are fu****g UN-GODLY!
I haven't been this sorry for the huddled masses out there listening to sounds pushed through molasses, since I first got into hi-fi two years ago and heard the Wolfson DAC. I can only attribute the restraint in this thread to the steady climb to top y'all must have had, tempering enthusiasm with scepticism at every step. Because let me tell you - coming straight from the Shure 535s and a fake pair of Sennheiser IE800s, the Layas are ELATION. No, let me rephrase that - SEROTONERGIC. I've done my fair share of class A drugs and these are right up there. Right. Up. There.
The soundstage is on another level to everything I've heard. These really are in-ear hd800s, but without the Senns' unnatural treble. They are smooth, full-bodied, natural, expansive, glorious, holographic and lightning fast.
And that's coming from a fiio x3 and a Cayin c5 (which is a marvellous amp, mind you, despite it's price point). I shudder to thing what they will sound like from a Chord Mojo.
Also, another drug-related moment of reference comes to mind. I get this sneaky expression, I look around, gauging the room-full of people here: "So this is what you guys have been up to?! And what everyone else has been missing..."
The communist messianic in me needs to ask: how do we get this in everyone's ears? Because we humans got everyone driving stupid cars that cost just as much, if not more - way more - yet make you fat, make you kill people, make you kill your own family, ruined the fu****g planet, plastered every corner of the Earth with black tar asphalt and by now cars also look like tampons. I mean how impossible is it to get a real pair of headphones in every home? I mean, a truly good pair, one that pushes sounds worthy of the label "music". Because music is another thing entirely, when it's presented as it's meant to. And this is not something I've picked up from audiophile wank-speak, I remember exactly what this "meaning to" was. From my time as a recording artist. The disappointment I felt when I came home and listened to the master on my kitchen radio - where'd the emotion go?
Well here it is again! I am reminded of a great many things we tend to forget about music as we get older, as our hearing fades and cynicism grows, but firstly I'm reminded of the enormous amount of emotion musicians put into producing the sounds we hear. The sheer emotion in fidelity in sound reproduction is, I think, truly something that makes life bearable.
Amen.