Not yet tested: Barbed wire, train tracks

A few people have e-mailed me to mention this Consumerist post, which links to an Audioholics forum post which I could have sworn I myself linked to a while ago, though I may be mistaken. All of the "audiophile" bulldust kind of merges together in my mind after a while.

Anyway, the gist of the post is that fancy Monster-brand speaker cables "sound" the same as wire coat hangers, as any electrophysicist would tell you they would, but as the entire fancy-audio-cable industry insists they would not.

(Wire hangers are not, of course, actually very practical for most speaker-cabling tasks. Numerous less dramatic tests have demonstrated that so-called audiophiles can't tell the difference between fancy cables and lamp cord.)

But wait, there's more.

Here is a test of wire hangers versus fancy cables for home theatre digital interconnect applications, which turned up similar results. Again, this is entirely unsurprising from a physics point of view, but is completely contrary to the heated claims from many magic-cable vendors.

I invite you to link to any other, similar tests in the comments.

(Actually, despite this post's headline, I'm pretty sure that someone actually has tested rusty old barbed wire against "audiophile" cables of one kind or another. I do know for a fact that sending hundred-megabit Ethernet over barbed wire was a pretty well-known demo back in the days when 100BaseT was super-technology.)

The MPAA will be very angry when they figure out what this is

DVD Jon's new application DoubleTwist looks completely awesome. I don't think it really does anything that you couldn't do before with umpteen tweaky utilities, but it aims to do it all in one simple program.

So I was all ready to download the beta and start freeing all of my DRM-ed media files from their corporate shackles... when I suddenly remembered that I don't have any DRM-ed media files.

I've got some DVDs, but they seem pretty happy where they are.

If you've got audio, video or even photos (on a stupid locked-down cameraphone, for instance) that you'd like to move somewhere else but can't, though, check DoubleTwist out.

"Crawford, please don't eat those."

Touch me!

I just watched From Beyond, which Stuart Gordon made a year after the more famous, and similarly Lovecraft... ish... Re-Animator.

(There's an animated 2006 version of From Beyond, as well, but an IMDB rating of 1.7 doesn't tempt me.)

The movie didn't get off to a good start. Every automatic door in a hospital - including the glass swinging doors on the exit - made the Star Trek door noise.

(This movie also turned out to be the source of the "giving them drugs, taking their lives away" sample from Empirion's acid-house classic Narcotic Influence. Which is neither here nor there, but which I found surprising enough that I just had to mention it.)

The acting is also not a good reason to watch this movie. And the script has only the tiniest skerrick of a connection with the original Lovecraft story.

Chompy otherworldly jellyfish thing

The special effects have their ups and downs, too.

(Actually, this beastie looks pretty good in motion.)

Oh, and then there's the bondage gear. And the supernaturally-induced horniness. I don't remember that from the original story either.

But, for all that, I quite liked it.

Like all good horror movies, From Beyond gives you the impression that there's some method to the madness even if you can't really figure it out. It also held my interest; there were no long predictable scenes with characters walking backwards into the grasp of a monster or failing to be believed by scornful, obviously-doomed townsfolk.

The movie's also got classic-horror stalwart Ken Foree, amiably tolerating a bit of light blaxploitation. And the silly bits of the ending are also the funny bits of the ending, so that's OK. I've watched far worse movies with far better production values.

As Neil Gaiman points out...

...visual media are not a good place to put Cthulhu Mythos stuff, because the whole idea is that the ghastly Things are as far beyond human comprehension as Jupiter is beyond the comprehension of an ant. But since this isn't really a Lovecraft-y story, that doesn't matter.

The version I watched is the unrated Director's Cut released only last year, which includes a couple of bits of footage that didn't make it past the censors when the movie was in theatres. Pay attention and you can spot the places, in a couple of particularly nutritious shots, where the recovered-from-the-cutting-room-floor footage was spliced back in.

Oh, and I made a panorama of the laboratory.

From Beyond lab panorama

You're welcome.

"Disco Duck," 1

Newspaper "formulae" for one thing or another have a terrible, and richly deserved, reputation.

But the formula for the Moby Quotient, whereby one may calculate "the degree to which artists besmirch their reputations when they lend their music to hawk products or companies", would be highly amusing even if the article about it hadn't been written by Bill Wyman.

(Regrettably, the Bill Wyman in question is this guy, not the famous metal detector fellow who once dabbled in music.)

Fake amp ratings never go out of style

A reader brought to my attention the Pioneer HTS-GS1 surround sound system for Xbox 360. It is, apparently, a passable but not fantastic speaker system. But fun is to be found in its specifications.

As I've explored before, consumer speaker systems often have highly inflated power numbers, becuase Joe Average reckons a "500W" system must be better than a "50W" one.

It doesn't actually really matter much what the power rating of a given speaker system is, since most listening even with inefficient speakers is done at only a few watts per channel, and ten times the power only sounds twice as loud. But the marketability of big power numbers has produced various perversions of this reasonably straightforward concept.

The Federal Trade Commission tried to apply the brakes at one point, giving rise to the interesting notion of "FTC watts". The honest wattage description - which the FTC tried to get people to use - was the root-mean-square or "RMS" watt. And then there are others, of variable reliability.

This old chestnut was brought to my attention again by the specs for the HTS-GS1. It's got front, centre and surround speakers which each, as is normal for cheap "home theatre in a box" setups, contain a single small widerange driver - a three incher, in this case. There's also a single subwoofer driver, about six inches in diameter.

The drivers together, if they were unusually beefy with big heavy magnet assemblies, might all together be able to handle a total of 150 watts (with a frequency response of maybe 70Hz to 14kHz). Realistically, something like 50 watts is as much amplifier as you'd be likely to ever need for such a setup.

Pioneer, shamelessly, say the system delivers "600 watts RMS".

(...and 25Hz to 20kHz, of course.)

Then they say OK, we know you wouldn't believe that, and go on to give an "FTC Output Rating" of "155 Watts Total System Power".

(They don't actually have that on the pioneerelectronics.com specs page, which is chiefly notable for its complete lack of any real specifications. But you can find it in the specs on various other pages, like here.)

I, being just plain mean, downloaded the manual (if you'd like to do the same then you'll need to "register", but nonsense data is fine; you don't even need a live e-mail address).

Within, I found this:

Dodgy specifications

There are those two power ratings again, broken down by channel... but what's that below, under "Power requirements"?

Only 41 watts?!

Glory be, it's a miracle! This speaker system can output 3.78 times as many absolutely genuine FTC-certified Super Muscular All-American Watts as it takes to run it!

Quick, someone hook up arrays of HTS-GS1s to the power grid! The world's energy problems are solved!

Don't reward this kind of crap by buying these products.

No system-in-a-box with small single-driver main speakers and a six-inch sub is ever going to sound very good. It may be easy to set up, but you're paying for a bunch of portable radio speakers plus one tuned-for-muddy-thumps mid-bass driver.

Far better to buy a modest stereo amplifier and a couple of decent bookshelf speakers. That'll give you reasonable sound from in front of you, which in my opinion is far better than crap coming at you from all directions.

I don't mean to single out Pioneer in particular here, either. Every system-in-a-box that looks like this, whether it's made for a game console or for a home theatre, is going to be just about as bad.

If you only pay $US75 or something for the whole setup then it may be tolerable, for games at least. But even then, I'd rather spend the same money on stereo gear from a garage sale.

Even if that gear doesn't promise to make power out of nothing.

The transdimensional CCD

I'm listening, for the first time, to Louis and Bebe Barron's soundtrack for "Forbidden Planet".

Defective camera image

And then the MAKE blog lays this trip on me too.

...

I see now.

This world is not real.

The camera can see.

Let me help you see.

I will change you into the truth.

A use for the "Vox Dei" stop

There's a short hymn by Franz Liszt called "O filii et filiae", from his oratorio "Christus".

It's a light and gentle choral piece, meant to be sung by only the female members of the choir, backed by the least alarming stops of the organ. You can hear a bit of it in this MP3.

I quite like the hymn, but that's mainly because I consider it to be the preamble to a simply excellent musical joke.

The punchline to that joke was provided by the celebrated Canadian organist Lynnwood Farnam.

Farnam produced exactly one composition during his 45 years on this planet. That composition, published after his death but apparently played by him on numerous occasions when he was seeing if a particular organ was prone to catching fire when abused, was a Toccata on "O filii".

I don't know about you, but I'm a fan of mash-ups. Pastiches. Crossovers.

"O filii" is about how Mary Magdalene finds the tomb to be empty, and so it's all hopeful and happy. Peaceful, mellow. God wants you to buy some sandals and a nylon stringed guitar and spread the Good News.

Farnam's Toccata is, to my mind, what happens when someone likes the chord changes in that hymn, but figures that they would be better presented at the volume of a Manowar concert and with more of an Old Testament, or possibly Norse, feel.

The Toccata's God is more the sort of deity who, if He absent-mindedly allows you to see one trillionth of His magnificence, will force you to start banging your head on the ground as hard as you can.

The piece opens with a chord entirely suitable for the arrival of your Sun Eater out of hyperspace. And then, if anything, it gets louder.

I, for this reason, think it's just hilarious if the choral "O filii" is followed by the Toccata. It's a sort of cosmic Good Cop, Bad Cop routine.

But you needn't take my word for it. Mark Quarmby, an Australian organist who'd be a hundred times better at playing keyboard instruments than me even if he'd never figured out any of that weird foot-pedal stuff, has an excellent rendition of the Farnam Toccata available for download on his Recordings page.

(I've taken the liberty of mirroring the MP3 here, to reduce the likelihood of all you yahoos melting down Mark's server.)

I've actually met Mark Quarmby. He's a university friend of my mother's.

He's an unassuming fellow. Not at all a member of the cape, beard and monocle school.

He looks like an accountant.

It's those ones you have to watch, you know.

Musical advice

Sometimes, it's difficult to figure out the right soundtrack for a particular situation.

Example.

You're a high-collared, monocled, merciless galactic conqueror.

You find yourself in a First Contact situation with an ancient and peace-loving alien civilisation.

Their endlessly astonishing arcologied homeworld is optimally developed in every way possible for the perfect satisfaction of all forms of corporeal life.

You are about to pound that world into a dull red glowing moonscape with a sustained, and glorious unto God, mass driver bombardment.

OK.

The walking chords two thirds of the way through the Fantasia of J.S. Bach's Fantasia and Fugue in G Minor, BWV 542, are what you're looking for.

See?

The cheapest way to buy this, and an absolute buggerload of other Bach organ works, is I think the ten disc boxed set from good old Helmut, which Amazon currently lists for a lousy $US19.49 plus whatever shipping you have to pay.

The slightly more expansive 12 disc edition, in comparison, is $86.49.

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