Imagine yourself in front of a stage in a smoky rock club. Strange looking fellas with their clothing like a combination of a pirate and a 18th century decayed nobleman, and a dude that looks like a lady are performing. The sound now comes from an old beat up tube amp distorting the guitar’s natural sound with sweet pleasant harmonics, slightly giving you the impression that the amp is about to blow up. But, that’s not enough. When the guitar solo time comes, our virtuoso steps on a boost pedal to push the boundaries of the amp even further into a beautiful sagging-clipping guitar tone madness. This is the sound signature I intended to capture in this box.