It seems to me that we vinyl lovers might just be able to develop some sort of bio-warfare psychological weapon out of our love. Tell someone you like records and turntables and apparently they froth at the mouth and the stress hormones deluge their bloodstream. Surely this is only one or two steps away from refining what we have and turning it into mas murder? Continuums instead of Colts? Sounds like a plan to me!
Father Chistmas was very generous to me this year and brought a brand new Shelter Harmony.
I am not vinyl purist and love native dsd and hirez pcm as well.
We have to keep the distance to our hobby and personally I found the article quite funny.