So, this has been interesting.
The Arcam is installed, and the CD sounds (to my ears), flawless. But then, I am relatively easily pleased as I have little comparison.
The interesting bit has been that I only packed six CDs in my baggage, (literally scooped a handful from the box of CDs back home, without much chosing) and so, for four months now, I have been listening to these six CDs in a sort of 'Desert Island Disks' type scenario. In many ways... enforced listening. The CD player also has the ability to do streaming and digital stuff, but being a consummate tech-dimwit, I have no idea how to do this. Perhaps 'no will' might be more accurate.
Disk number one: Massive Attack-Blue Lines. This album was epochal for me and everyone else I knew at the time in the West country where I grew up. I had lost sight of this album - like rekindling an old friendship. Loving the way the deep lows flow effortlessly from Thor and his Cambridge friend.
Verdict:: just gets better.
Disk number two: Eric Clapton-From the Cradle to the Grave. Not really doing it for me, but I am forced to listen to it occaisionally, simply because.... its one of my six disks.
Verdict: Missing that modicum of undefinability.
Disk number three: Eat Static-Abduction. When Ozric Tentacles went dance... or trance in the early 90's. I used to love this album. There are moments when it can still capture a moment, but in general, I have to admit I have probably moved on... (or my state of mind more connected to the reaities of the day to day) after 25 years. If Massive Attack was like rekindling an old friendship, this one is like bumping into 'Jon' twenty five years on, and realising (apart from the fact that wearing poyester Ibiza casuals when you look like 72, but are only 44 is not hip) that the two stints in clink for credit card fraud and possesion and a pronounced loyalty to amphetemines, have left us with few things in common. However, there is a silver lining to this one, my line manager lives in the appartment below me and hates electronic music. He is also an arse.
Verdict: Not a beat wasted.
Disk number four: More Rockers-Select Cuts. The first Bristol banging grinding bass paired with angelic female voice courtesy of Rob Smith.... still mental. Again, not easy, but mental. The basses are just insane, and you have to superglue or nail everything down to avoid the appartment vibrating iself apart. No kidding, the Elacs with that Electrocomapniet pulversise air molicules in a way I have never really experienced before. Works even better on the noxious neighbour.
Verdict: Turn it up.
Disk number five: Fleetwood Mac-Rumours. I know, this is what my parents listened to (when they were pretending to be conservative - or had lent out all of the Led Zep.), and it is a rather odd choice for me. However.... it is an amazingly arranged album. Wow. In awe, again and again.
Verdict: quality lasts.
Disk number six: Leftfield-Leftfield. 'Inspection.... everthing ship-shape and shine?' Interestingly, this album has not lost its shine on me. A lot of those albums in the electronic genre over the last 20 years were 'mental' at the time, but just lost it as the world moved on. This one is still a balanced and compelling melange.... I listen to this one most. Not least because my better half appreciates it too.
Verdict: quality lasts.
Overall, I recommend this pilgramage of sorts into lost or estranged musical friendships. Having so little choice works on the mind in quite a pleasant way.
Thanks for all the help:
Pyramus