Organic is the word I'm thinking of. 
To me the richest-sounding albums have that mix where you cannot decipher what is what...it's just a big-ass organism. I was thinking of this on the way home from work yesterday. The best sounding productions can be somehow 'seen' and sometimes felt. Like sounds that you can see or smell, I suppose.
But to achieve that level of a production ain't gonna happen at home on a laptop and a pot of coffee. Not without some serious capital. I actually swore for the longest time that Meshuggah used the old Marshall 8200's on the Chaosphere album. it turns out that Fredrik used an expensive-ass mic for Chaosphere, and felt that the mic was the one thing that put the guitars in that frequency that tickles your ears in the right way. Any other mic, and it would have sounded just like every other damn Mesa Boogie out there. Learning this years ago put things in perspective for me.
The more I can hear what I want something to sound like, the more pissed I get because I'll never be able to accomplish it. I miss the high school days when I didn't listen to the gnat's fart. It was just that great wall of sound. Oh well!
To me the richest-sounding albums have that mix where you cannot decipher what is what...it's just a big-ass organism. I was thinking of this on the way home from work yesterday. The best sounding productions can be somehow 'seen' and sometimes felt. Like sounds that you can see or smell, I suppose.
But to achieve that level of a production ain't gonna happen at home on a laptop and a pot of coffee. Not without some serious capital. I actually swore for the longest time that Meshuggah used the old Marshall 8200's on the Chaosphere album. it turns out that Fredrik used an expensive-ass mic for Chaosphere, and felt that the mic was the one thing that put the guitars in that frequency that tickles your ears in the right way. Any other mic, and it would have sounded just like every other damn Mesa Boogie out there. Learning this years ago put things in perspective for me.
The more I can hear what I want something to sound like, the more pissed I get because I'll never be able to accomplish it. I miss the high school days when I didn't listen to the gnat's fart. It was just that great wall of sound. Oh well!
