Have you ever heard a car that is actually being caning to within an inch of it’s life but sounds like it isn’t doing a damn thing by your ear? Think of an early 1970s big-block sled that has a wall of torque…a few thousand RPM will get the job done and the engine isn’t working that hard. What noise do we want to hear? A Pro Stock launching off the line. A NASCAR in the middle of the celebration burnout. A ’68 Camaro with a 327 being driven by someone who has absolutely no respect whatsoever for the redline. We want revolutions per minute, the more the merrier! There is something about that sound that appeals to me musically.
I mean that…look at my offerings for the BangShift Tune-Up: fast rock and metal rules the day through my earphones and 10,000 RPM from a 410ci sprint car engine that is jammed into a Holden Ute is right up there in the playlist. The speakers just do not do this noise justice. You need to be there. You need to feel the vibrations from the exhaust at that kind of mechanical speed. You need to hear the moment valve float kicks in at twice the normal point. You need to feel like you should be warning the driver to back off the gas, for the love of all that’s holy, before a rod fails and a piston goes flying out of the hood straight upwards like a shot, but you never want this song to end.
If your voice isn’t blown from screaming along with the engine, if you aren’t throwing up the horns for this kind of spectacle, I don’t know if there is anything I can do to help you. This is auditory perfection.