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Capo makes me smile every time I use it. The smoothness of the sound as it changes pitch and time is amazing and the fact that it analyzes the chords it hears and displays them in tablature makes it a fantastic tool for any musician. It's also just plain fun!
When I sat down and started using Capo for the first time, I was amazed at how big a punch this little app packs! It's intuitive, convenient, and high-quality. Even when adjusting the key and tempo of mp3's, the audio quality that is maintained is really refreshing. Plus, as a mandolin player, I find it endearing that there's a mandolin chord function. Way to keep it classy, Capo.
My god this is insane. What a brilliant app. I've not found a song it hasn't got the chords right. It also perfect for feeling out the right tempo of a song you've just written. Try taking it up a few bpm or 30 bpm. It may sound better!! Capo lets you know instantly.
The chord detection is almost spot on, only missing a couple tensions in more complex fusion/jazz stuff but the basis is there. This will be a great app for musicians who are beginning or intermediate, and also good for jotting down arrangements.
Capo is a remarkable app. I have been teaching guitar for many years and I often spend too much of the lesson time transcribing songs from MP3s my students bring to the lesson that they want to learn. Capo is an amazing tool as it will generate chord progressions from mp3 files quickly so I can spend the lesson time on chord voicing, solo's and nuance. A huge advantage for the students - and for me. I can't wait for my students to start bringing Capo files to the lessons so we can spend all of our time creating - not copying.
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