I remember, maybe fifteen years ago, trying to resist the charms of a big silver
Myryad amplifier while standing in a long-gone hi-fi shop in downtown Auckland. I liked its name, all those ‘Y’s, and I liked its British poise, its power, and its styling, which was distinctly different from the Japanese machines stacked on the shelves around it. However, as I was shopping for a pair of speakers, it
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