It genuinely makes me a little nauseous, letting a computer strangle the human voice so. I presume it must be either for the sake of expediency, which I think is unfortunate, or because someone thinks it sounds good, which I think is quite insane. Now, for me, the beauty of a sing song, in particular a popular sing song, is found directly in the frailties and imperfections of the individual’s voice.
Even more unfathomable, though, than taking a pretty young thing and assuming that their voice can only be improved by wrangling it through a digital steam roller is to hire trained and excellent singers and, inexplicably, give them the same treatment - I refer to such ungodly recent productions as Micheal Buble’s foray into pop, a great voice killed by a machine, or the cast recordings of Glee, in which someone went out of their way to recruit the shining lights of Broadway, people who have dedicated their entire lives to singing, only for they too to be murdered by the menace of the autotune.
Next up, the global threat of military-grade compression.
