Nostalgic
I'm only 21, so I have no frame of reference for this era of music, but I like the sound quality as it is. It may not be as clear as music is today, but it would lose some of its charm and I think I'd be disappointed if it was.
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Sounds like the 50s
These songs sound just about like I remember then from the 1950s. Unfortunately, most of us have become accustomed to much better sound quality over the years - but the memories are nice.
Bad quality
Bad sound, really really murky.
Wrong Category
This is in the wrong category. The Inkspots are old time rhythm and blues, they wrote the book long before even I was born. Give them a shot if you like pure rhythm and blues music.
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