There’s an old playground joke that goes something like this: “What sits in its room all night scratching?” The answer is, of course, “your mother with herpes”, but for the purposes of bloggery it could also apply to the many ranks of vinyl-loving DJs who spend every spare penny on extra-large matte CDs they call “phonographic spindle disks”. So far, so good – the computer geek is at his keyboard, the musician is at his decks. But the pesky fad of digital music rears its awful snout and snuffles at the crotch of the inventive, so guess what: we have a cross-over.
The USB Turntable is, at heart, a big round spinning platter which spits analogue music of the sort that bearded types swear sounds better, not through a pair of faux-mahogany speakers, but through a magic cable called USB. “Why do I want that, Chris?” I hear you splutter, and it’s a pretty good question (though I wish you’d raise your hand first). You want it because you’d like all those Blondie LPs that you stole from your dad to make their way onto your iPod, replete with all the crackles, hisses and pops that apparently make vinyl such an aural orgasm. For $230 it’s yours.
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