My silver BJC cables arrived! Hooked them up and...here is my review:
Oh blessed Audiophillic nirvana,
long hath I sought thine airy reach!
To dine on acoustic honeydew and to drink the milk of harmonic paradise.
Yet forthsooth I thought lay yonder bliss.
Long hath I sought, in vain and vanglorious expenditure.
When upon my journeys I encountered
Gene of the Salle and his body sculpted Squire.
Englightened me they did, with wise yet ribald words,
Based on science and reason, thought as ripped and shredded as physique.
Thus with some surprise I did stumble upon an unicorn of reason and majik meet?
Fashioned by Jeans of Cable Blue
A special offering.
With a silvered conductor central to placate the less enlightened.
No claims were made of unreason, clear descriptors of measures and upfront of its unadultered Belden origin.
Why not?, I thought, as click once I did.
For I needeth and these be lesser priced than their copper breathern I do trust.
Whence hath arrived in humble wrapping
Born by Amazons in Prime fashion,
Connectes of inter and between hath arrived!
Upon unwrapped,
What upon my eyes meet?
Industrial of mien and unassuming countenance,
Familiar to me yet strange.
Thine connective ends are well known, crimped and rubber booted.
I know well how these ends doth extend
far beyond quotidian plugs,
deep in the leeside of that which it attaches and fits not in shallow quarters.
Yeh, making routing a Herculean feat I hath mastered.
For, HARK!, such endevour is required for unsurpassed relief of strain and surity of attachment.
White and red one each, of optimal ohms and magisty of construction!
Then Along thine ligiments My gaze follows...
What is this I see before me?
Not the noir matte tendons i know so well,
separate unless enrapped by flex of Tech as they are.
Thine wiry substance is conjoined in parallel fusion,
Bifurcating towards the ends only,
though easily more divided I can make with gentle force as much as I desire.
Thinner than thy standard brethren, lean and but less pliant and more springy.
Color of grey, slight of sheen, light glistens.
Letters name the Belden origin and numbers cryptic
State it's standard use.
Oh, so low capacatence it's hath been measured!
A wonder of televisual transmission well exceeds auditory need!
the textured surface betrays the double sheild that lieth below.
At the core, Precious Silver may plate thy conductor center, but industrial is thy outward countenance.
I place in circuit your yard length,
Between pre and power.
Oh, burn in not I think!
Such myths I do not indulge!
And too eager to hear thine splendor!
With current flowing and signal pulsing, Triple Voided twin Cathodes all aglowing,
I concentrate my mind and find my mark.
What is this I hear? What hath changed?
Something slight enchanced brightness perchance?
So small the quantum of difference
I must question: "Do I trust my ears or my mind, so easily deceived in expectation and placebo?"
Verily I think not! No change substantive exists.
The fools of audio quest may delcare:
"See?...thy Vender of cables, blue of jeans, hath let you down with such non-exotic offer!"
But laugh off such misplaced magic thought and retort:
Verily my silvered strands of transmission are proper!
And of slightly less investment.
Fit for purpose they are,
As no difference evidenced.
Of tone controls I prefer than misusing cables thusly!
So hesitate not my friends in rational thinking and scientific method,
No magic lay therine but no damage done.
These silvered stands bear neither snake or or viper venom.
My pleasures remain provisioned well
by the masters builders of Jeans of Blue.
Wizards hide behind veils of rhetoric and deception!
Snakes they are and sell you their excretions.
Nay and verily, I still travel the path of knowledge,
Set forth by my guiding duo,
They Six packed rippled and toned beneath unassuming shirts of Polo.
