Yet another in the long list of recordings that really comes alive when you Turn Up Your Volume.
There is a line in the Hot Stamper commentary on the site concerning driving punk rock bass. Man, this record lives or dies by your ability to reproduce the powerful bottom end that propels this music.
Pardon me for cueing up a broken record again, and with all due respect to the things they do well — they must do something well, right? People keep buying them — small speakers and screens are not going to cut it on My Aim Is True.
This is precisely the kind of album they don’t do well with.
’70s-era JBLs, the ones with the 15 inch woofers, as awful as they may be in most respects, do a better job with an album like this than the average audiophile speaker system being sold today.
Two six or seven inch woofers, even three six or seven inch woofers, is not what anybody had in mind when they pictured the playback system for My Aim Is True — and they were right about that.
We’re talking about one of the best records in the history of rock and roll. It will never sound dated. It will never go out of style. It will reward repeated listening from now until you lose your hearing.
In that respect it’s like all the best records both you and I own: they are timeless, priceless treasures.