What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

What makes someone a good hi-fi reviewer? A fine critical sensibility? A good technical background? Ears? Eyes? Nose? Throat? So many different people are reviewing audio gear these days that it's downright impossible to characterize a good reviewer. But I <I>do</I> know that Beavis and Butt-head would make <I>killer</I> hi-fi reviewers!

"My car is <I>super</I>charged, not turbocharged, so you see there's no throttle lag," explained Yves-Bernard Andr&#233; as he reversed at what seemed like 80mph up a narrow cobbled Paris street. "<I>D'accord</I>," I mumbled, afraid to loosen the white-knuckled grip I had on the passenger grab handles. Yves-Bernard's car may have been pointing the right way down the one-way street, but it was not actually traveling in that direction. Okay, so it was 2am and the good residents of the Dix-septi&#232;me Arrondissement were busy stacking Zs (<I>en fran&#231;ais, "emplier les ronflements"</I>). But I still didn't think we would've been able to explain the logic of the situation to the gendarmes (<I>les flics, en fran&#231;ais</I>).

"My car is <I>super</I>charged, not turbocharged, so you see there's no throttle lag," explained Yves-Bernard Andr&#233; as he reversed at what seemed like 80mph up a narrow cobbled Paris street. "<I>D'accord</I>," I mumbled, afraid to loosen the white-knuckled grip I had on the passenger grab handles. Yves-Bernard's car may have been pointing the right way down the one-way street, but it was not actually traveling in that direction. Okay, so it was 2am and the good residents of the Dix-septi&#232;me Arrondissement were busy stacking Zs (<I>en fran&#231;ais, "emplier les ronflements"</I>). But I still didn't think we would've been able to explain the logic of the situation to the gendarmes (<I>les flics, en fran&#231;ais</I>).

"My car is <I>super</I>charged, not turbocharged, so you see there's no throttle lag," explained Yves-Bernard Andr&#233; as he reversed at what seemed like 80mph up a narrow cobbled Paris street. "<I>D'accord</I>," I mumbled, afraid to loosen the white-knuckled grip I had on the passenger grab handles. Yves-Bernard's car may have been pointing the right way down the one-way street, but it was not actually traveling in that direction. Okay, so it was 2am and the good residents of the Dix-septi&#232;me Arrondissement were busy stacking Zs (<I>en fran&#231;ais, "emplier les ronflements"</I>). But I still didn't think we would've been able to explain the logic of the situation to the gendarmes (<I>les flics, en fran&#231;ais</I>).