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flatoutin-eaurouge · 6 months

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My beloved tyhmä poika

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x JJ Letho

This fic is for the beloved @kimizilla 🫶🫶. A redemption arc for JJ after my recent fic. I remember how we situated this prompt in 1989, so Michael wasn't really that much in the picture yet. Therefore no heartbroken Makkinen 😇.

It all happened way too fast to comprehend. Driving in fifth position and nearing the Bombhole corner, he saw a backmarker spin in front of him. A flash of blue, white and yellow coming to a halt only meters in front of his Dragon Motorsport car. He neared the solid object with staggering speed, and had to give a harsh tug at his steering wheel to prevent himself from crashing into it.

Turning his steering wheel like that - with this speed - was an unforgivable mistake in usual circumstances, but Mika knew he might have saved his own life and the life of the backmarker with the manoeuvre. Mika saw how quickly the tyre wall grew more prominent into his vision. He closed his eyes and braced for impact.

His ears were ringing, the faint sound of steam coming from the engine only slightly audible. He could feel the bruises forming along his chest and suspected that it was due to the safety belts that had kept him inside of the car during the crash. It took a couple of blinks to get rid of the blurs and make sense of where he was: Snetterton, August 6, 1989. He smelled the scent of petrol, and quickly unclasped the safety belts that still had him trapped in its bruising hold. Mika could feel his body drop a few centimeters down onto the tarmac, which meant the car had landed upside down. As soon as he had crawled from underneath the wreckage, he started to walk away from his car until the unsteadiness in his legs forced him to drop to his knees.

His limbs were trembling and his heart was racing. It didn't take long for marshals to appear around him, telling him he needed to see professor Sid Watkins. Mika shook his head. What did he need a doctor for?

"No, I am fine. I can walk so I am fine." The tremblings and his heavy breathing had everything to do with his state of shock, didn't it? There was nothing wrong with him. He wasn't hurt.

A marshall grabbed his shoulder. "Mika, see a doctor. You don't know if you're fine until the adrenaline has worn off."

Mika ignored him. He stood up and wandered off in a numbed, apathic state. Feelings and emotions shut off for the moment. He just wanted to reach his motorhome and lie down on his bed. He didn't need a doctor.

On his way to the paddock Mika tried to fend off worried members of his team. He himself had no idea how terrible the accident had looked from their point of view or how much debris had flown over the track. He didn't notice the tyres of the tyre wall strewn across the tarmac. He didn't even register the very obvious fact that the race was red-flagged, meaning that he kept the points for his fith position.

Somehow his efforts to dodge his worried team members were unsuccessful, because before he knew it, he was pushed into Sid Watkins office by his team principal. "Don't be stubborn, Mika."

Mika sat down on the examination table with his race suit unzipped to his waist as Watkins shone into his eyes with a flashlight, making his dilated pupils shrink the seize of thumbtacks.

"Everything seems to be okay. You haven't been unconscious, have you?"

Mika shook his head. "No." He was well aware that he'd crawled away from the wreckage in a matter of seconds. Pure driver instinct. Smelling fossil fuel and running away from it as far as you can.

"Alright." Watkins inspected the bruises on his chest. "Do you have trouble breathing? Did you hurt your ribs?"

Mika shook his head once more. "No, Sir. I am fine. Really."

"Okay, then. I am going to dismiss you, but if you find out about any ailments later, don't hesitate to contact me."

Mika rolled his eyes when the doctor turned around. Was all the fuzz really necessary? He zipped his racesuit back up and jumped off the examination table, ready to hole himself up inside his motorhome, far away from the British press and the nosy people.

On his way back, Mika noticed that there was indeed a lot of press gathered around parc fermé. Really? For a F3 race? He looked at the standings on the electronic board located at the pit exit and noticed Paul Stewart on P1. Of course the English press would love it when the son of Jackie Stewart gets his maiden F3-victory. Mika smiled despite everthing. Good for him.

Jyrki Järvilehto had been absolutely terrified when he saw the crash happen on the tv-screens in the paddock. Contrary to believe, the impeccable, unfazed Finn was shocked to the core. He had watched the car of his beloved catapult through the air by the sheer speed of his car and the heavy impact against the tyre wall. He needed to make sure Mika was ok, so he waited for him at his motorhome.

As soon as he saw his younger compatriot, he took a heavy breath. There he was! Seemingly alright! He ran towards his favourite blondie and pulled him into a tight hug. "Mika, kulta. Are you okay?"

Mika was startled by the swiftness in which the familiar blonde guy standing by the door of his motorhome turned up in front of him and pressed him so tightly against the other's body that he only barely refrained from whimpering against the pain it caused his bruised chest.

"Jyrki! Hi! Where did you come from?"

The older Finn caressed a hand through Mika's fluffy hair and pecked his lips. "I took a plane to England to see you drive. Can't believe you scared me like that though! Are you okay?"

Mika sighed. Why was everyone so worried all the time. Especially Jyrki, he wasn't the type of guy to worry. He is so tough! I can't show any weakness to him. "Yeah, I am fine even with the adrenaline worn off. Stop fuzzing!"

Jyrki ruffled Mika's hair and smirked at his adorable, grumpy face. "I don't know if I can, kultaseni." He stroked Mika's cheek with the back of his hand. "I saw the crash. You told me you're physically fine, how are you dealing with it mentally?"

"Not," Mika replied curtly.

"What? 'Not' what?"

"I am not dealing with it mentally, because I don't need to. I am not fazed by a crash like that. There is nothing wrong, Jyrki." His heart banged against his ribcage. He tried to calm it with slow and steady breaths. Anything to not show weakness to his tough compatriot.

"Okay. Fine." Jyrki didn't believe him. This would no doubt have an impact on the younger Finn. Mika couldn't be that stoic, could he? The aftermath of this crash would sent him spiralling soon. Jyrki himself had been there once. "And by the way, you need to call me JJ now."

Mika grinned. "Is that your street name?"

Jyrki slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Tyhmä poika, Keke told me it's better for marketing. You know that, tease."

Mika chuckled. "Come on inside, Jykri."

Jyrki rolled his eyes as he followed the younger Finn into his motorhome. Upon arriving in the living space, he grabbed Mika by his hips and pressed him against a wall. He stared into the boy's sparkling blue eyes and kissed him on the lips with great vigor.

"My handsome kultaseni! I missed you so much."

His finger caressed the lips he just kissed and it downed on him that Mika could have died this late afternoon.

"I can't lose you! You know that?"

"What?"

Jyrki's arms wrapped around Mika's frame and he could feel the slight tremors running through his body. Was that the adrenaline finally wearing off? He grabbed a hand full of the sturdy material of Mika's racesuit and pressed him closer against his body.

When Jyrki let go off him and looked him up and down, he saw tears being held hostage in the corners of his eyes, he saw lips pressed in a thin line, and he saw hands balled into fists. Mika was trying to force his emotions away.

"Ssshhh. Don't do that, Mika."

"Do what?"

"Don't try to act unfazed. Don't hide your fears and emotions for me. You can hide them from the people in the paddock, but not from me."

Mika glared daggers at him, his usual kind eyes glimmering with anger. The squint of his grumpy frown caused the tears he had held hostage to roll down his cheeks. Jyrki couldn't know he was secretly shocked by the crash. "What are you talking about?"

Jyrki swallowed. He felt bad for his beloved who tried so hard to uphold his impassive mask, but the stony facade of it had fractured on all its sides, and tears were leaking through its cracks.

"Don't be angry with me, Mika."

Mika's lips twisted into a pout as more tears flowed down his face, betraying how upset he was.

Jyrki's thumb tracked their damp trails. "I only mean well. All young drivers go through this." His fingers wrapped around Mika's trembling hands, blanketing them in warmth. "I have been there too."

Mika untwisted a hand from Jyki's grip and rubbed it over his chest with a pained frown. Why did his body hurt so much all of a sudden?

Jyrki followed the action with worried eyes. He grabbed Mika's hand. "Hey, are you hurt?"

Mika shook his head. "Not really. Only a little bit."

Jyrki didn't believe him at all. He had been lying before... His fingers let go off Mika's hand and went to the zipper of his racesuit. He swiftly unzipped the overalls down to his boyfriend's waist and rolled his fireproof up to his chest. He swallowed upon seeing the red and purple bruises blooming on his chest. His hand ghosted over the hurt skin.

"The safety belts?"

"Yes, but it's nothing." Mika pushed Jyrki's hands away. "Stop fuzzing!"

Jyrki halted Mika and grabbed his hands between his own. "No!" Jyrki said strictly as his voice bellowed through the trailer. "You are hurt and I need to take care of you!"

Mika took a step backwards. He knew the older Finn was very serious. His act of playing unfazed had failed. He had shown way too many emotions for a stoic Finn. Pathetic.

"Lie down on the bed." Jyrki's voice brooked no arguments or excuses.

Mika hesitated only for a second, before he walked to the bed and lay down on top of the blankets quietly.

Jyrki walked towards his beloved and stared at him in admiration. The moisture on his damp cheeks gleamed in the dim lights above his head, his teary-eyes shimmering in the same glow. His sweat-matted blonde hair was sticking in all kinds of directions. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jyrkie walked to the fridge and grabbed an icepack. He returned to the bed and pressed the pack against Mika's bare chest.

Mika hissed and shuddered as the cold icepack came in contact with his skin. "This makes it hurt more!" He fumbled with the icepack trying to get rid off it.

"No!" Jyrki lay down on top of him and forcefully pressed the icepack solid in position with his sternum. "Keep it there!"

Mika's cheeks turned a brilliant red, as he stared into Jyrki's beautiful ice-blue eyes. The icepack forgotten due to the heat that spread inside his body.

Jyrki caressed a rosy cheek of his boyfriend's precious face. "You're stubborn, tyhmä poika."

He leaned down and trailed a path of sloppy kisses down the younger Finn's neck, breathing in his scent. "You're my beloved tyhmä poika. Don't ever scare me like that again." His lips trailed further down, sucking a hickey on his collarbone.

When he felt the hickey forming on his skin, Mika's hands tugged at Jyrki's hair. "That will be another bruise, Jyrki!"

Jyrki stood up from the bed and smirked at his boyfriend. "Be glad I didn't suck it somewhere people can see." He stared at Mika and grinned some more. "You must be cold now."

He grabbed the blankets of the bed and started folding them around Mika like a burrito, trapping his arms in the blanket coccoon.

"Jyrki, what are you doing?" Mika giggled as the older Finn lay down on top of him and enveloped him in a solid, octopus-like hold.

Jyrki leaned down and pecked his nose. "Can I offer you some tea or hot chocolate?"

#mika häkkinen #mika hakkinen #jyrki järvilehto #jj letho #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #flatoutin-eaurouge #f1fanfic

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thekingofgear · 1 year

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Hi. Do you know what that crazy fuzz pedal is that you can hear during the final section of Climbing up the walls (1997 - Live from the 10 Spot)? Sounds crazy with lots of clipping! Thank you!

In the late-1990s, Thom switched between two pedals for acoustic guitar distortion: an original Tech 21 Sansamp and a ProCo Turbo Rat. His acoustic guitar pedal was kept to the left of his mic stand, while his electric guitar pedals were kept to the right of his mic stand. He only had a single pedal on his left during that era, using it for Paranoid Android and Climbing Up The Walls. Thom can be seen stomping on the Sansamp during Paranoid Android on Jools Holland, filmed on May 21, 1997. However, Thom is instead using a ProCo Turbo Rat in footage from Radiohead's appearance at Eurockéennes de Belfort on July 4, 1997. The distortion on that performance sounds pretty similar to the distortion on the Hammersmith (10 Spot) recording from December 19, 1997, so he most likely used the Turbo Rat for both.

Also, make sure not to confuse Thom's acoustic guitar distortion, heard at the end of the song, with Colin's fuzzy Novation Bass synthesizer, heard throughout the song. No amount of distortion will make an acoustic sound like the blend heard at the end of Climbing Up The Walls: the layering of Colin's synth bass, Thom's distorted acoustic, and Ed's distorted electric.

A photo of Thom during Radiohead's BBC Radio 1 session on May 28, 1997 (Tom Sheehan). We can see his Tech 21 Sansamp on the floor to his left, and his electric guitar pedalboard on his right (featuring a Boss DD3, Marshall Shredmaster, and ProCo Turbo Rat). This was just a week after the Jools Holland performance, so it's no surprise he's still using the Sansamp for his acoustic. Compared to the later performances mentioned above, the distortion sounds a little less extreme in the BBC session.

#Radiohead #Thom Yorke #Climbing Up The Walls #Paranoid Android #OK Computer

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thirdeyeblue · 1 year

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Post seven comfort movies and tag seven people

(Thanks for tagging me, @mulderscully 💖)

1. Forgetting Sarah Marshall

2. Hot Fuzz

3. The Devil Wears Prada

4. Wristcutters: A Love Story

5. American Psycho

6. Get Him To The Greek

7. Kill Bill Vol. 2

Tagging seven people with zero pressure (and sorry if double tagging anyone, I don’t wanna go digging through the other ones I’ve already seen 😅)

@qvercetti @ncisloverunite @aintfraidanoghosts @naaer @dreamcaught @rosetylerisbae @flamesandpages

#7 comfort movies

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reiverreturns · 1 year

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us 🤝 gratuitously talking about our wips instead of actually working on them

i NEED to know about this ac/pacrim nonsense 👀

it's a hard life in the trenches (doing nothing productive whatsoever)

EHEHEHE okay so my nonsense file is basically all @alethiometry's fault and is more or less a dumping ground for assassin's creed PacRim AU stuff that i write odds and sods for when i don't feel like writing anything serious. it's mostly hytham/jacob frye where hytham is an ex-ranger who designs jaeger weaponry and jacob is an active ranger alongside evie. idk i think they'd have SUCH good chemistry and i know in my heart i'm right on that one. i have zero intention of ever making a real publishable story out of the stuff in there but i have lots and lots of little bits! it's very much ignoring quality, just having fun stuff.

anyway for context i've pulled a bit where jacob gets injured before the big mission to close the breach. furious and upset that he'll be sidelined, he ends up running his mouth to the press about how the world governments and their wall building plans are all stupid as hell and hytham sneaks him out into a hong kong hotel to screw some sense into him before marshal aya can find jacob and beat his ass six ways to sunday. i'm also dropping a cut in because it's a chonky bit!

send me a title from my wip list and i'll post a snippet and some thoughts

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“Where will you go when this is all over?” Hytham asks.

Jacob turns, attention turns sharp, but Hytham isn't looking at him. He’s leaning against the edge of the window, arm resting across the top of the frame, eyes locked on a lonely hulking mass fuzzed in the heavy, sodden mist of the bay. A Jaeger on reconnaissance and repair. Odin’s Sight, if Jacob remembers the assignments. He can’t think of anything more pointless than checking the walls now.

You pilot a Jaeger for long enough, you come to understand that Rangers come in two flavours. The first are the sort who fight for an after. Eivor and Vili, with their dream of a patch of land and animals aplenty in the far flung reaches of Norway. Connor being reunited with his family back home. The second kind of Ranger fights against. ‘After’ isn’t exactly a worry when you're trying to wrestle a Kaiju’s lower mandible from the rest of its jaw. ‘After’ doesn’t mean anything if the chances are you’ll end up going down with your Jaeger.

Before today Jacob had always considered himself firmly in camp two. Even now, with his Jaeger miles away, he can feel the mechanical click and whirr of the gears in his wrist as he sits up on the bed, pneumatic pressure falling when he adjusts his bad leg. It’s raining and the machinery aches. Evie's running through her tests with Henry. She's worried about him. His mind is hers and hers is his; no start and no end, a complex knot of flesh and metal that cannot be divorced. Jacob's future is a blue-tinged meld of past and present. It does not - can not - exist without Evie or Rook Empire in it.

But that had been then. Hytham turns, sighing, and the realisation hits Jacob like a bullet to the chest.

Jacob might die. He might live to see the whole world fall. He might be crushed beneath a warm body like he was half an hour ago, panting into Hytham's mouth, sweat-slick and needy for more time. But he also might live. There might be an ‘after’ after all.

More silence. Jacob wishes he had Hytham’s comfort in it. Maybe the roar of blood in his ears wouldn’t feel so intrusive.

“I hadn’t thought of it,” Jacob eventually says in a voice that doesn’t sound like his own, hands absently gripping the sheets, mind scrambling and overshot to somewhere far, far away. “I could go back to London, I suppose. Would be nice to go somewhere where I could pretend the world didn’t completely go to shit. But it’s…” He looks at the condensation on the windows, mouth dry. “I don’t think there will be a place for me when I go back.”

Stupid thing to say. London’s a big fucking city. It still is, despite the attacks and riots and civil unrest that has destabilised its boroughs over the years. Hytham tilts his head thoughtfully.

“There will be no Rangers anymore,” he says, and Jacob nods.

#... i just think they're neat #something about both being/having been rangers whos lives are dramatically changed through injury #idk i thought too long about fleabag when the hot priest says 'it'll pass' when fleabag tells him she loves him #and the ac/pacrim part of my brain went insane #i also have lots of silly eivor and vili talking shit in the jaeger #birna and rollo off in another ocean theatre facetiming them and having competitions about who's the best ranger duo #shaun just regretting his life choices every single day on the comms #i will never shut up about ac/pacrim when you get me going so i'll stop there asjksjksjs

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tayloryorkie · 2 years

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Taylor’s Equipment

Guitars

Bilt Corvaire

BilT Relevator LS

BilT Volare

BilT Zaftig

Danelectro 59 DC Electric Guitar

Eko 500 V2

Epiphone Casino

'89 Epiphone Sheraton (with Arcane Ultratron pickups)

Fender '75 Starcaster

Fender Blacktop Jaguar HH Electric Guitar

Fender Jazzmasters

Custom Fender Jazzmasters with humbuckers

Fender Classic Series '72 Telecaster Thinline

Fender Telecaster

Fender Coronado II Wildwood III

Gibson 20th Anniversary 1957 Les Paul Custom Black Beauty

Gibson ES-390

Gibson Les Paul Goldtop Electric Guitar

Gibson Les Paul Junior Double Cut VOS

Gibson Les Paul Junior Special Exclusive

Gibson Midtown Custom (with Bareknuckle Mississippi Queen P90 pickups)

Gibson SG '61 Reissue

Gibson Songwriter Deluxe Studio EC Acoustic Guitar

Godin 5th Avenue Kingpin

Gretsch G6119-1962HT Tennessee Rose HT

Hagström Impala

1966 Hagström Viking Electric Guitar

Kay Apollo II/Titan 1960's

Les Paul Special

'58 Les Paul Jr

Martin 000-18 Golden Era

Martin Steel-String Backpacker Acoustic Guitar

Neptune Singlecut Baritone

Rickenbacker 360

Supro Coronado II

Taylor 414ce

Other Guitars

Jerry Jones Baby Sitar

Kala Archtop KA-JTE Tenor Ukulele

Bass

Fender Jaguar Baritone Custom

Squier Jaguar Bass

Squier Jaguar Vintage Modified Short Scale Bass

Fender Precision Bass

Amps

1960 Watkins Dominator

65 Amps Tupelo

Divided By 13 RSA 23

Marshall JCM 2000 DSL 100 Dual Super Lead 2-Channel 100-Watt Guitar Amp Head

Roland JC 120

Silverface Fender Deluxe Reverb

Supro Statesman 50W Head

Supro 1695T Black Magick

Traynor YBA-1A MKII

Vox AC30

Pedals

Alexander SpaceXpander

Boss CE-1 Chorus Ensemble

Boss CE-2W Chorus

Boss DC-2 Dimension C

Boss DD-20 Giga Delay Digital Delay Pedal

Boss RV-3 Digital Reverb/Delay

DigiTech Whammy (4th Gen)

DigiTech X-Series DigiVerb

EarthQuaker Devices Dirt Transmitter Fuzz Pedal

EarthQuaker Devices Ghost Echo Reverb

EarthQuaker Devices Grand Orbiter V2

EarthQuaker Devices Hoof

EarthQuaker Devices Rainbow Machine Polyphonic Pitch Mesmerizer

EarthQuaker Devices Pitch Bay

EarthQuaker Devices Terminal Fuzz

EarthQuaker Devices Tone Job EQ

EarthQuaker Devices Transmisser

Electro-Harmonix POG2 Polyphonic Octave Generator Guitar Effects Pedal

Empress Echosystem

Empress Effects Multidrive Overdrive Guitar Effects Pedal

Empress Effects Reverb

Eventide H9 Max Harmonizer Multi-Effects Pedal

Heavy Electronics Radio Havana

JHS Pedals Mini Foot Fuzz Silicon Fuzz Pedal

Mantic Effects Proverb Reverb

Maxon AD-999 Pro Analog Delay

Mr.Black Supermoon

MXR M101 Phase 90

Old Blood Noise Endeavors Procession

Old Blood Noise Endeavors Reflector Chorus

Pearl CE22 Chorus Ensemble

Pigtronix Mothership Analog Synthesizer

Rawkworks Light Overdrive

Red Panda Context

Strymon blueSky Reverberator Pedal

Strymon Ola dBucket Chorus & Vibrato

Strymon TimeLine Delay Pedal

TC Electronic Ditto Looper Guitar Effects Pedal

TC Electronic Polytune 2 Pedal Tuner

Visual Sound Garagetone Chainsaw Distortion

Z.Vex Vexter Series Fuzz Factory

ZVex Vexter Series VSD Super Duper 2-in-1 Boost Pedal

Power Supplies

CIOKS DC10 Power Supply

Picks

Clayton Custom Orange Delrin 0.60mm

Straps

Ernie Ball Polypro Guitar Strap

LETGOdwork Anchor Guitar Strap

LETGOdwork X-Bird Guitar Strap

Percussion/Drum Sets

Truth Custom Turquoise Glass Vintage Drum Kit

Roland SPD-SX Sampling Pad

Yamaha 2.5 Octave Concert Band Bells

Drumsticks

Vic Firth X55A Drumsticks

Vic Firth X5A Drumsticks

Vic Firth 3A Drumsticks

MIDI Controllers

RJM Mastermind GT/22 MIDI Foot Controller

In-Ear Monitors

Ultimate Ears Ue 7 Pro In-Ear Monitors

Phew okay this took a while! to be continued:)

#taylor york #taylor benjamin york #paramore #fender #gibson #les paul #bilt #hagström #vic firth #earthquaker #equipment #tayloryorkie

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effectsdatabase · 10 months

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Last week's top 20 videos (2023 week 24)

Top 20 videos last week (June 11-17)

??????????????KLON CENTAUR???????? LANDGRAFF???????? TECH21 SANS AMP ( ??????)?SHINOS VTD?????? (by Shinos)

3 great $100 Overdrive pedals! @wampler_pedals @EarthQuakerDevices (by JHS Pedals)

Best Distortion Pedals of 2023 (by Vertex)

EarthQuaker Devices Disaster Transport Legacy Reissue Demo (by ThePedalZone)

Introducing the Boomster mk.2 (by JAM Pedals)

Helios Overdrive no Baixo?! / Bate papo com Lucas Corts (by VTR Effects)

Disaster Transport Delay Legacy Reissue Video Manual | EarthQuaker Devices (by EarthQuaker Devices)

Dallas Arbiter Fuzz Face BC108C '72 ? EHX Memory Man ? N ST ASM ? JB (by Soulman Vintage)

JUST A Booster? The JAM Pedals Boomster MK 2! (by Sasha Ivantic)

un día en Cluster (by Cluster Effects)

Fuzz into overdrive or Overdrive into fuzz? (by Pedalboards Of Doom)

JAM Pedals Boomster MK.2 Boost/Buffer Pedal (by Shawn Tubbs)

Boomerang Phrase Sampler Plus demo (by Bennett Custom Audio)

Drop D abrasive riffing - @DigiTechFX Hardwire Sc-2 Valve Distortion (by We As A Company)

Marshall Stack on board my space ship. A little fun tone test with vibe and tone of the gods pedal (by JD Analog)

Stop playing BAD fuzzes! Pick these instead... (by Budget Pedal Chap)

Moog Minifooger MF Drive Teardown! See what's inside! (by Gray Bench Electronics)

Boss Chorus Ensemble Pedals Through The Years (by Jason Ayala Spare)

Archivo del Amplificador Mexicano I Paradox Effects (by Paradox Effects)

Neunaber Audio | Immerse Reverberator MKII: Detune #SHORTS (by Neunaber Technology)

Overviews of the previous weeks: https://www.effectsdatabase.com/video/weekly

from Effects Database https://bit.ly/3XjJuNE

#FXDB #Effects Database

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fuzzkaizer · 1 year

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Collector Effector - Supa Mk.1

gear_ant: fall leaves finish

fuzzcases UK: Mk.2 enclosure

“...on matching handmade Veroboard...: The Gary Hurst design that served as a stepping stone between the Mk.1 Tonebender and the Mk.2 Tonebender, the Marshall Supa Fuzz prototype circuit or Supa Mk.1! This circuit is neither Mk.1 nor Mk.2, with elements of both and a mind and personality all its own, this one represents a true underappreciated sleeper of the Bender Pantheon. In the Supa Mk.1, the attack was fixed on full and was replaced by a handy hi cut potentiometer for smoothing out or accentuating the high order harmonics. ... For this one, we have NOS Mullard tropical fish, Mullard Mustard, WIMA axial film and Philips electrolytic caps, Piher resistors, Mullard GET113, GET172b and OC75 germanium transistors. This one features NOS British made shielded wire harvested from an Autogram mixer, Carling switch and Cliff jacks! “

cred: facebook.com/Collector Effectors

#collector effectors #supa mk I #tonebender #painting #gary hurst

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mywifeleftme · 1 year

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29: Howlin' Wolf // The Howlin' Wolf Album

The Howlin' Wolf Album Howlin' Wolf 1969, Cadet Concept

The Howlin’ Wolf Album is famously a pretty funny record (or a moderately offensive one, depending on your parish). In the late 1960s, legendary bluesman Howlin’ Wolf’s sales weren’t great, so his label decided to supplement his band with a bunch of young psych musicians to cash in on the heavy blues rock trend. The record was issued with a snarky cover that declares Howlin’ Wolf doesn’t like his own album, but ha ha the big galoot didn’t like his electric guitar at first either and look where it got him; Wolf testily objected that he’d liked his first electric just fucking fine, and also called the album ‘dogshit.’ Sales were peanuts, reviews scathing.

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Obviously, it’s more than a little disrespectful that an artist of Wolf’s stature was railroaded into making an album he hated to appeal to a theoretical white audience. But it’s also more than a little amusing to read the stories of Wolf, a gigantic 59-year-old with the voice of an anthropomorphic Jack-O-Lantern, cursing out session players and telling them what to do with their fucking wah-wahs. The collage on the album’s back cover, with Wolf looming like Our Disappointed God in Heaven over an awkward ensemble of young musicians (and oddly, himself), is sublime company for the contents within.

Which! Are actually pretty good if this sort of electric blues is your bag. (For me, it generally is not—white guys playing blooze has real “stepdad farting in his armchair” associations for me.) I certainly like The Howlin’ Wolf Album more than anything the Paul Butterfield Blues Band or John Mayall ever did, largely because Wolf himself is such an upgrade as a vocalist over a replacement-level stringy English guy. Credit him for giving us about 90% of his fastball, growling and insinuating and crooning his signature ad libbed howls over perfectly cromulent acid arrangements of his classics. It works a lot better than its early critical reputation would suggest, though those who hold it up as a left-field masterpiece might be getting a little too excited. There’s not a psychedelic bone in Howlin’ Wolf’s burly frame, and no amount of organ or fuzz can drag him out into those waters—resulting in a record that mostly exists for those whose main bar to enjoying ‘50s Chicago blues is the lack of a Marshall stack.

Admittedly, I’m a bad judge—a friend gave this album to me years ago, and I only just noticed that my copy is a misprint that substitutes the second side of the album for side two of ? & the Mysterians’ 96 Tears (in 45 rpm, no less). What that means is that each of the seven or eight times I have put this album on I’ve been so checked out by the time it comes to flip it that the cough medicine drone of wrong-speed garage rock never scanned as off. Every time I get to the end, I have a faint moment of, “Oh wild, they got Wolf to record ’96 Tears’?” and then immediately forget.

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So anyway, to re-establish my credibility here’s a scene from the unflattering documentary that was made about my life some years ago. The End!

29/365

#howlin' wolf #cadet concept #electric blues #blues #chicago blues #acid rock #trend chasing #? and the mysterians #vinyl records #music review #'60s music

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dustedmagazine · 1 year

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Wolfmanhattan Project — Summer for Ever and Ever (In the Red)

Summer Forever And Ever by Wolfmanhattan Project

Wolfmanhattan Project marshals a considerable amount of garage punk firepower. Its three members are Kid Congo Powers (of Gun Club, the Cramps, the Bad Seeds, Pink Monkey Birds, etc.), Mick Collins (Dirt Bombs and the Gories) and Bob Bert (the original drummer for Sonic Youth, also Pussy Galore and bands led by Lydia Lunch and Jon Spencer), all cult icons in their own greasy, fuzz-busted, rock and roll way.

In 2019, when the first Wolfmanhattan Project album surfaced, it seemed like it might be a one off. After all, how often would these three guys’ calendars clear long enough to add to the catalogue? And yet it was worth hoping for another helping of something so good. My review of Blue Gene Stew asked “Who knows what possessed Mick Collins, Kid Congo Powers and Bob Bert to hook up for the Wolfmanhattan Project? But good thing they did, because here we have giddy garage contraption which combines Collins’ sci-fi obsessions, Powers’ hallucinogenic visions and Bert’s power-house pound—along with a hefty helping of fuzzy r ‘n r mayhem.”

With the first album it was possible to discern which member birthed which songs—there were cuts that sounded like the Dirtbombs and songs that sounded like Kid Congo Powers and one barn-burning punker that clearly belonged to Bert. That’s true again, but not as definitively. “Countdown Love” bucks and wallops in a Bob Bert like way, and “H Hour” has Collins’ distortion crusted, dirty, catchy mark on it, and “Very Next Songs” is equal parts mystic and rocking, as Kid Congo Powers often is. And yet, these songs sound more cohesive, more like each other, than on the previous album. It tastes like a good stew on the next day, all the flavors distinguishable but melded somehow. Could we dare to hope that Wolfmanhattan Project has turned from an occasional goof into an actual band?

Summer for Ever and Ever has its feel-good pop ragers (like the title track), its banging, raging, jungle-drumming pipedreams (“Respectable Pigs”), and its weird sound sculpted intervals (“New in the World” with its distended chords, its wandering piano and its dying rattlesnake tambourine)—that is, all the irregular pieces that made Blue Gene Stew, so fascinating. But the pieces fit together this time in a worn-in, practiced way.

You might look for wisdom from this trio of guys who’ve been at the rock endeavor for this long, and indeed, “Very Next Song,” contains a couplet that defines longevity in the arts or life or anything else. “We make the work…” chants Powers above a thrash of noisy guitar play and thundering beats, “And the work makes us.” Amen to that, and more of it.

Jennifer Kelly

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