Moving on from amps a wee bit, we have also been spending some time trying to come-up with a dirty, sleazy, slapper of a fuzz box, and believe it or not, the convent education hasn't gone to waste after all, and I think we might just have got there.
Breathe.
Must remember to breathe.
I'm sure there will be more as time moves on, but I'm chuffed to announce that our first pedal is a rather naughty little bint we've decided to give the moniker 'filthy boots' or to be more accurate 'Sophie's Filthy Boots', as we feel that it is quite a sophisticated little number, if truth be told, but one that is perhaps trying to shock, if you see what I mean, and deflect attention from it's quite nice, BBC, middle class roots. Our Sophie is a one knob girl, and seems to scrub up well to start with before basically going ape-shit when the party starts.
We were actually going to call this something like 'Lou's Patent Leather New York Boots', but forgot, and so didn't, but the dom imagery of shiny-boots-of-leather could have fitted quite nicely and maybe fed into our decision to go for the daughter-of-the-Beeb kind of nomenclature. So Lou could have worked and maybe should have.
But in the end didn't prove to.
So there we are.
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