>stereo

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>tfw never heard the beatles' first 3 albums in stereo

Stereo is objectively better.

are the monos really better or is it just shit-eating vintagefags saying that?

>>70563377
Brian Wilson gets mad at you if you tell him you listen to pet sounds in stereo

It sounds a lot fuller

>>70563377
The mono mixes are better for the beatles' earlier work.

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>stereo
>pan the drums to the left and the bass to the right

>>70563408
Brian is just butthurt he's incapable of listening to Pet Sounds in glorious stereo.

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>>70563542
>pan all instruments to the left except the backing vocals and tambourine

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>>70563586
>left channel: instruments
>right channel: vocals

>>70563408
>Brian Wilson gets mad at you if you tell him you listen to pet sounds in stereo
Probably because he's deaf in one ear

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>>70563646
>right channel: instruments
>left channel: story being told in spoken word
>song goes on for 8 minutes

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>>70563964
>right channel: music
>left channel: music

>>70563964
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