Yeah, what they won’t think of. I’ve been toying with the thing for 12 hours here, and thought to file a first-impressions Xanga report. Enjoy.
Bottom-line: A worthy novelty-market offering, I suppose.
Ok, having put the bottom line at the top, I have no further duty to respect format, and so I’ll just discuss Pluses and Minuses as I see fit, and sue me.
I had the Unit delivered last night. I was already in bed, but I do remember hearing engine noises, probably the crane. I’d asked ‘Bruno’, the fellow I bought it from on E-Bay, to put it somewhere near the house, like on the lawn, but this morning I saw the thing, all shiny, out there on the side of the street. Damn. It must weigh a ton. Literally, 2200 pounds. Oh well. One of the pictures in the Korean-language manual (the back half of it, which is all Bruno still had) shows a guy with his out in the middle of a street(!). I tried to push mine, to no avail. It does come with wheels for maneuverability, I’m guessing, but the lever in the Listening Booth, when you slide it to ‘P’ (obviously stands for ‘Push’ or ‘Pull’) kinda locks the wheels. So put ‘Lack of Portability’ in the Deficit column.
On the plus side, the sound is superb, state of the art for a 45 watt system with 4 speakers. The listening compartment is quiet and well padded, with two seats front and 2 more rear, I guess for parties. Says it has ‘Air Bags’, whatever that is. I guess if you get short of breath from the high-fidelity tunes. There’s even a big wheel in the front of the cabin, but so far it doesn’t seem to pan the audio at all. I may have to use Google translate.
Veracity: I must admit the likeness to a motor vehicle is un-canny. All they left out, obviously, is the un-necessary (?) clutch pedal and a gear-shift lever. In its place is the aforementioned slider. It’s labeled with letters, ‘N’, ‘R’, and ‘1-2-3’, whatever they mean. My current theory is ‘Nothing’, like with the Chinese sweat-shirts we see here with gibberish printed in English on the front.
Battery- life: No problem there, although it did take me a while to figure how to get to the compartment. Turns out there’s a lever up in the front, duh. I pulled it finally and the front hatch opened. Lots of guts in there, in addition to a rugged 12 Volt ‘battery to die-hard for’. Rated at like 100 Amps. What the rest of the stuff does is maybe in the book, although I suspect some of it is proprietary.
So there ya go. Oh price?
I paid about $2000 bucks for the thing, delivered. Yeah, you may be saying ‘that’s a lot for a lousy CD-Player’, but Bruno assured me that I can always sell it for about that, if I find the right victim. And as long as I don’t put too many miles on it. No problem there, I can’t push it even ten feet, unless he means miles on the rotating CD Drive. Lots of stuff I don’t know yet. Like even the name. The Hebrew Proof-of Purchase card says like ‘Die Wu: New Birah’. When ya sound it out. Or ‘Nu… Birah!’ which is what you say here to a bartender who forgot to pour your Goldstar draft, so busy gawking at your girlfriend.
Speaking of romance, I do need to spill the news of this purchase to my Significant Digit; I can already hear her bitching: ‘You paid too much, as usual, you sucker!’. So that’s kinna why I decided to lay out the situation in a Review. And on the whole, yeah, it’s a nifty enough gadget for the money. Just wish it were a little closer to the house. JS/ Tel Aviv