My heartbeat just goes up. It just triggers me so fucking much.
Even talking does’t trigger me that much, it’s something about that phone speaker’s weak crackling sound, I despise that. It’s like the REVERSE of asmr.
My heartbeat just goes up. It just triggers me so fucking much.
Even talking does’t trigger me that much, it’s something about that phone speaker’s weak crackling sound, I despise that. It’s like the REVERSE of asmr.
For me it’s the generally underpowered, terrible speaker paired with the worst quality audio you could imagine (128 kbps MP3 in 2025?).
Someone brings a powerful hifi setup into your metro cart, and starts blasting trap. It’s super crisp and the bass is pumping just right. The asshole playing it confirms that the source is in lossless format. You are saying you wouldn’t be annoyed by the situation?
I would but at least my head wouldn’t be pounding from the “tin tunnel” sound of lofi.
128k sounds fine, try 64k joined stereo.
God no
How did you experience it? MiniDisc?
While I did have a Sony MiniDisc player I don’t think I experienced audio that bad, though I’ll say since a lot of my music was pirated MP3 at the time I can’t imagine converting it to ATRAC3 did it any favors.