WHUFC BASS

0.37 is when the magic can be heard.

Why would anyone do that ? I'd let my missus audtion as a singer for any band she wanted to. The fact that she can't sing a note and her voice would hospitalise small children is neither here nor there. My only wish is that it was a band full of Millwall fans and they'd suffer irrevocable ear damage in the process.

Can't really comment on the DW model but I bought a Euro 5 LX a week ago having never played (or even tried) a Spector Euro before. I really bought it on the reviews I read and the hype that they're great basses. I really didn't know what to expect. I was super impressed with the build quality for starters. Absolutely perfect. Picking it up it was slightly heavier than what I'm used to but the supremely comfortable neck - certainly for any 5 string I've ever played more than made up for it. The sound was what has now made me a Spector convert and I can't see me entertaining the idea of buying any other bass apart from Spector. The Tone-Pump gets a pretty bad rap and it appears to be the Marmite of bass pre-amps but I love it. Yes it's loud but as mentioned, the trim pot means it can be adjusted to suit. Problem solved. I'd be really surprised if you didn't like it.

Nice one, thanks mate!

I've got one of kiOgon's wiring harnesses that I bought a good while back but I've only just got round to installing it. I've lost the diagram but figured that it'd be easy to install. I've noticed that the output is very quiet (I'm using Kent Armstrong J-bass pickups) and also there's a hum from a bad earth. Does anyone have a copy of the wiring diagram?

No.2 can 'eff right off. I love drinking.

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IMO opinion it went the same way as Kerrang TV. Crap bands being promoted by record companies on a loop. There are some great metal bands out there who simply get ignored and more and more I'm seeing mediocre and downright terrible bands getting all the limelight. I think Hardcore, grindcore and punk (and I don't mean pop punk either) get virtually ignored which could have made the channel a lot more interesting. Trouble is, nobody wants to take risks and it's come back and bitten them in the aris. Good riddance. I'd rather not watch crap bands on TV than that crap.

The beer is great. They really know how to brew good beer and sell it cheaply too. I've done some gigs in Prague and in some derrière ends of Czech Replublic too. It's a fascinating country. I found the people were great too.

Would the basslines have been note for note on each song though? I find it hard to believe that Carol Kaye would play an identical bassline to Jameson and vice-versa.

There's a lot of controversy about her claiming to play a lot of the James Jameson lines on the Motown stuff. Dunno why she felt the need to do that as she's played on so many classic songs.

Whatever you're going through now, is minor in comparison to what it was like being there. Honestly, my sides hurt for ages afterwards 😪

Probably not related but when I'd just left school (back in the 80s) me and a drummer were trying to get a trio going for pub gigs and such and decided to interview some guitarist / singers. We decided to do this in my front room rather than splashing out on a rehearsal studio (we were skint at the time, having just left school). Anyway, this fella turns up, nice enough bloke with his missus in tow. Me and him are discussing the set list during which time the drummer farted. Now I dunno about you, but I've got a real toilet sense of humour and this just happened to give me the giggles. It wasn't a rip-roarer, it was one of them ones where when you hear it, you aren't sure if it actually was a fart or a noisy chair. I looked at him, and by the grin he was trying to stifle I knew the b*stard had farted. Anyway, I'm starting get get the giggles now and I can hear him trying to cover up his giggling too. Meanwhile, the bloke and his missus are completely oblivious and he's carrying on talking about the setlist songs and gigs etc. The only thing I can liken it to was the scene from the Life of Brian where he's going on about Biggus Dickus. Eventually, to remove myself from the situation I offer to make teas and run out into the kitchen where the tears are rolling down my face not only at the thought of the drummer farting but of him having to try and sit there conversing with this fella about the band. I'm bent over double laughing my b*llocks off when I turn round and he's stood next to me in the kitchen holding his knackers so as he doesn't wet himself from laughing, tears pouring down his face. We were there for a good 3 or 4 minutes not saying a word, just laughing - at one point I thought I was going to have a coronary. Anyway, we then realise we can't just leave them both in the front room on their own so I say to him that he's got to go back in and keep them entertained, as I'm supposed to be making tea. We then start arguing over who has to go back, in-between long gusts of stifled laughter. He eventually agrees but just before he goes to head back he laughs again and a huge jet of snot shoots out of his nose. That's it for me, I'm on the floor like an immobilised cockroach hardly able to breathe from laughing and he's on his knees, with more tears, snot and dribble coming out of his mouth. Another few minutes and we eventually compose ourselves. The next twenty minutes were hell. I couldn't look at the drummer because I know what'd happen. I dunno what this guitarist and his missus thought but they never came back again. I wonder why.