Reviewer: Stephæn Harrell
Source: Analogue - Nottingham Analogue Studio Space Deck; NAS Space Arm; Dynavector 17D2MKII, Dynavector 20xl, AT OC9 cartridges; Walker Audio Precision Motor Controller; Digital: Audience-modded Sony DVP-NS900V; secondary: Sony CE-775
Preamp: Herron Audio VTSP-1A, Herron Audio VTPH-1MC; secondary: PSE Studio SL
Amp: Art Audio PX-25 with Sophia Electric power and 274B rectifier tubes; secondary: Wright Sound Company WPA 3.5 monoblocks
Speakers: Cain & Cain Company Studio Series Intermediate Ben, REL Strata III; secondary: Omega Speaker Systems Grande 6, Sound Dynamics RTS-3
Cables: TG Audio Lab custom copper, Analysis Plus, Audience
Stands: Wall-mounted maple shelving, Cain & Cain amp stand
Isolation: Neuance isolation platform, T.G. Audio Pointy Things, Acoustic Dreams Dead Ball Isolators
Powerline conditioning: BPT BP-3.5 Signature, T.G. Audio Lab power cords; secondary: Brick Wall PW8R15AUD
Sundry accessories: Herbie's Audio Labs HAL-O Damping Instruments, VPI 16.5 record cleaner, Shun Mook Valve Resonators
Review Components Retail: Au24 interconnect $502/1meter pr.; Au24 speaker cable $1,313/3 meter pr.
Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish.
[John Quincy Adams]
Several years of calm coaxing by John McDonald of Audience ultimately led to my request for a full set of the Au24 High Resolution Audio wires. In the interim, a lot of ink and bandwidth -- by a literal Who's Who of reviewers -- had been enthusiastically devoted to describing the unique construction, musical character and honest value of these now venerable cables and interconnects. I'm not gonna drag you through another version of the equivalent factoids. I will say that I liked them better than the thrice-the-price Cardas Neutral Reference cables which, courtesy of fellow lunar-tic Jeff Day, spent some time in my system. I will say that I decided to purchase the Audience review pieces to use as my reference. And while I will also say a bit more as this article develops, that's essentially the long and the short of it with just one caveat: As Cool Julesman would be the first to remind us, "No cable is perfect and no cable is for every situation."
Still, I will add at this point that during a recent BYOA bring-your-own-amp party hosted by Pete Riggle of Pete Riggle Audio (soon to be famous for his VTAF device aka VTA Adjustment on the Fly for Rega Tone Arms) and master-furniture- craftsman-turned-speaker-builder Terry Cain, there was no lack of oohs and -- even more so -- ahs when the Audience cables were placed into the system of the day. Amateurs and pros alike were quick to comment on the refinement, ease and musical completeness that the Audience offerings, quite literally, brought to this party.
I like deadlines - especially the whooshing sound they make when they go by.
[Douglas Noel Adams]
During my review period with the Au24, I was distracted by another recreational pursuit in my life. These two ostensibly discrete processes and definitive revelations truly had a lot in common. I'll do my best to be succinct since the digression -- only at first glance, mind you -- may seem way off-topic. I've been cycling seriously for almost ten years. Over the last year or so, I've become increasingly less engaged in road-biking.
|I mountain-bike too, but things are decidedly different on that front. Unlike the long stretches of relatively un-changing pavement -- which is about all you see as you crank for mile after mile unless you crane your neck upwards to check out the scenery -- the single-track and downhill trails of the off- road pursuit offer much to keep the mind, legs and upper body busy. Plus, you're sitting more upright while shifting positions through much of the ride. In fact, I never hurt 'til I get home coz I'm much too busy planning and executing the next technical operation required by the varied and swiftly-approaching event horizon. Mountain biking, for me, is just a whole lotta fun. However, every year as summer approaches, the desert area in which we live sends us two rather clear signals -- one annoying, the other|
|a bit more disturbing -- that if you want to ride, you'd better hit the road for a few months. First, the inevitable dirt-turning-to-flour syndrome makes peddling through much of the course a lot more work than fun. Second, the rattle snakes peek their heads out from rock crevices, with many at impressive eye-level on some of the ravines we frequent.
Experience is that marvelous thing which enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
[Franklin P. Jones]
The idea of quitting the road race was not one I wanted to entertain. But really, it appeared to be time to give it up. The neck ache was interfering with my sleep, my riding buddies were pretending to feel no pain and I was tired of making ever-more-frequent co-payments to see the quak-chipractor for therapy. I told him as much during my last visit. He told me to "get bent."
If you're going through hell, keep going.
So I did - get bent. Recumbent that is. No, the good doctor suggested, I shouldn't just lay down and give up. I'd spent years training and might rather try something out of the ordinary. So I got a bike that I could lay back upon. In fact, I got one from Bacchetta (stick in Italian), a company formed in 2001 by a couple of BVs - bent vets. With over 30 years of combined experience in the design and manufacturing of some of the world's most famous recumbents, this company, just two years later, won the recumbent-of-the-year award. The Strada I picked out (street in Italian) is a straight-forward design that fits in well with the wedgie crowd but offers all the comfort and aerodynamic advantages of a recumbent. It's also a serious open-road, high-rolling Tarmac-devouring machine - Shimano 105/Ultegra, with 26" rims on each end, seat height of 24" and a bottom bracket that's centered 32" off the ground. In short, it's a stick to beat the street with and some riders I could never keep up with before. The Strada is lean and nimble, handles the high-frequency climbs without taxing me into oxygen debt and cruises like a dream once you get the hang of it.
|the Au24s [and Paul the Maestros - Ed.]. What did I think of them? The best (and hardest) part of reviewing this product was that the cabling in front of me did not draw attention to itself. By virtue of size, pedigree or ability to highlight and exaggerate various sonic details, it could have like so many others. Instead, it only drew attention to the musical message by getting out of the way. That's a pretty rare accomplishment in a field littered with products that sound great.
|How does one talk about something that isn't there - or more accurately, gets out of the way? The same way I talked about relief on a bike: As the absence of certain irritants -- pain, stress etc -- that translate to relaxation which I now appreciate so much more after the previous long-term assaults by the negatives. When my brain isn't hazed by pain, numbness and other distractions, it can relax and enjoy the scenery - not in a hyper-detailed but natural way, untarnished by the constant awareness of what the vehicle is doing to me. There is a liquidity to the experience that's much like watching the sky whoosh towards the horizon as you look up when your adrenaline is cooking. This is far easier to appreciate when things aren't tugging at you in the fore. My sonic analog of that physical experience is cruising through Charles|
Webster's "Born on the 24th of July" where the natural soaring of the female vocals is countered by the grounding of percussion that is deep, taut and alluring: Everything has found its proper place on the horizon.
Non-audiophile-approved chronological gibberish: Skip this part...
Bents have been around since the late 1800s (historical photos herein courtesy of Bikefix). The real story starts -- and stops abruptly just eight months later -- in July of 1933 when a second-rate racer named Francois Faure sets a new world record for distance traveled in an hour. On a recumbent, he does 45.056 kilometers, thus travelling at just a hair shy of 28 mph!. That annoyed a few folks like the United Cyclists Internationale (UCI). Shortly thereafter -- and to be generous with the verb here -- the UCI created some new rules to indicate that a recumbent wasn't a bicycle at all but rather something completely different and unrelated. Let's see now - two wheels, peddles, a chain, handlebars, a seat and human propulsion... clearly no relations whatsoever. The ruling took effect on April 1, 1934.
Fast-forward to 1979. After Gardner Martin produced the first Easy Racer® recumbent, the Dupont chemical company offered $15,000 to the first human-powered single-rider machine that could exceed 65 miles per hour. And there you have it: The revival of the recumbent was upon us. Because they are 25 to 33% more aerodynamically efficient than a conventional upright bicycle, recumbents once again won the race. Their unique design also taught people that long-distance cycling needn't be painful. In fact, my bent is quite comfortable and offers a much better view of the passing scenery. But wait, there's more - you also get torso toning and strengthening that's not possible on a wedgie. And that means I no longer have to abdicate hope of ever having a flat stomach. Ease of experience. Alacrity. Tonal correctness. Works for me.