I was chatting to a producer the other day who'd gone one further in the eternal quest for 'The Sound'. He was working at a studio down in the depths of the countryside - it's a remote place; you have to travel by boat to get to it - and he decided that the track needed a sense of space - masses of it. So he hired in a PA and set it up firing out over the creek to the hillside beyond; cranked it up, and then recorded the resulting mayhem bouncing around the valley. Apparently, the local airbase was put on alert, a whole nesting colony of terns went into premature labour and one old geezer down the local dived behind the bar yelling "Panzers! Panzers!". But 'it sounded wicked, man'! All's fair in love and mixing, eh.