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Sonic Grade: F
An audiophile hall of shame pressing and another MoFi LP reviewed and found to be tonally way off the mark.
The last time I played a copy of the MoFi pressing I could not believe how ridiculously bright it was.
It’s interesting to note that some of the brightest records this atrocious label ever released came out about the same time as this one.
Aja is number 033
Night Moves is number 034.
Tea for the Tillerman is number 035
Are you seeing a pattern here?
Three dogs in a row, all suffering from the same problem: they’re way too bright.
Did MoFi buy some dull studio monitors right before they mastered these awful pressings?
Did a tweeter or two blow and no one noticed?
Did Stan Ricker have wax buildup in his ears?
What could account for records that are bright enough to peel the paint?
Some mysteries will never be solved, and I would bet this is one of them.
But really, what difference does it make? We should all know to avoid this company’s products by now, and that includes all three eras of records produced by this label:
That should pretty much cover it.
Never buy any record on this label (except the one we sell) if you are interested in top quality sound, and if you own any, get rid of them and replace them with records that actually sound good (like the ones we sell).




For those of you who might be new to this blog, we should point out that we have been dumbfounded by Bernie Grundman’s work for more than twenty five years. The first RCA he remastered for Classic Records, 



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(Yes, I admit I bought plenty of that crap back then, and I can’t even say for sure that I could tell how awful the remastered Nautilus pressing sounded. I believed what I was told — that the original pressings needed the ministrations of some guys with a lathe who thought they knew more than the engineers at Sterling when it came to cutting good sounding records. I must have been completely clueless to believe any of it, and now that I look back on those days, it’s obvious I was.)