by Ken Hughes
If throwing down five large to grace your studio—or live rig, you nutter—with the most bitchin’ lead synth on the planet isn’t something that requires careful budgeting and diplomatic family discussion, why are you sitting there reading this review? Put down the pre-embargo Cuban cigar and Courvoisier XO and get your Moog dealer on the phone. If you, like me, might consider telling Junior or Princess that filling out scholarship applications builds character so that you can spend their college fund on the ultimate monophonic synth, read on. (Click Here to Read More…)