I've always been, and frankly still am, a bit of a audio philistine. I buy really cheap headphones and use them until they spontaneously catch fire inside my ears. So the first time I slipped the JH Audio Pro earphones into ears, I had no idea what to expect. For my fellow philistines, JH Audio Pro earphones are little creatures that fit snuggly into your ear canal and deliver some of the clearest, cleanest audio my uneducated ears have ever heard. I'm told these are used by musicians so they can perfectly hear their monitors and now they're becoming popular with regular folks too.
Anyway, before I could actually lay my hands on the earphones I had to get some gooey stuff poured into my ears so the earphones could be molded. A couple weeks later I had my very own pair of rock star-grade earphones. Now, if you actually do know about this kind of stuff, then it may be important to you that JH Audio earphones have eight drivers--double dual lows, single dual mid and single dual high drivers. That means nothing to me. What I do know about them though, is that they sound fantastic. I've worn them to listen to hip-hop and the pansy boy indie rock I love and everything sounds better through these. You know that experience of listening to a song you love and hearing the bass line for the first time, or picking up a few guitar notes that you've never noticed? It was like that every time. The noise isolation is also life-altering. There's never a lack of distracting noise in the New York City subway--the mariachis, the marching bands--and I never knew how much was leaking past my old earbuds until I tried the JH16s.
There's one big negative when it comes to JH Audio's earphones and that's the price. These things run for $1,149, which is more money than I've ever spent on anything I've ever owned. Really. My only car cost $600. So yeah, these are a huge investment, but if you believe the company, which says they'll last 10 years, then maybe it's not so bad. Of course, if you don't want to spring for them, you could always start a band, get famous and then get your record company to buy you a pair. Your call.