I remember in my teens going down the local on a Wednesday night (band night), the place was always heaving. I'd always nose for the bass gear (as we all do) and if i were lucky, a monster like this would be sqeezed into the corner dominating the small area the landlord used to put the bands. Guitarists egos would melt with their silly little Hughes & Ketner combos or Marshall 4x10's. Drummers pah.
They'd better not make it angry.
Effortlessly filling the room with quality tone. Almost like it was filling every availble part of the put without killing the band sound as a whole. No farting, no humming. Just casually blowing your trousers off if you were close enough.
It's a sight to behold and nothing to shy away from. It mentions the bass player was serious mustard.
Im glad to see this being gigged. 🙂