This year something magical happened: I got back into CDs. With a vengeance. And that’s all because of a very specific CD player: the Marantz CD6007. “Okay Callum, that sounds interesting and all, but… magical? Really? You believe your weird little obsession with CDs deserves to be spoken about as though it’s a Tolkien novel?” Well yeah, actually. While the old pipe-smoking, elf botherer probably did a jig to the occasional poem, I can guarantee he never vibed as hard as I have to the glorious compact disc. And, friends, what’s more magical than a ~ v i b e ~…

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