"Flight of the Concord", New Yorker, Feb. 6, 2012, p.28. (italics mine).
Even without Jeremy Denk's charmingly confessional essay, an experienced music lover (let alone a music critic at a major newspaper) should know that studio recordings -- assembled from hundreds of snippets recorded over weeks, months, and sometimes even years -- can display no more "emotional depth" than a well-assembled microwave oven. And the only "formidable technique" to be found in such assembled soundbites belongs to a skillful recording editor.
I hope the good people of Chicago are proud of their hometown newspaper, which has generously provided such a retard with 30+ years of well-paid employment in a position of considerable cultural influence.