51 Split-J 5

The 51 Split-J drips dark... blats ballistic... in style—and you like it. It reminds you of the potential in sound—a swirling soup of splitting and recapitulating flavor. It is bubblethumpwhip articulate, with a vintage silhouette delivering rugcut eroticism and other somapsychedelic drugs. It can start with a shaded, twilight ooze, quick on its feet before sonocity curls toward a weight grafted from the heckticker heavy of its brother in honed body: Do you know the The Fifty-One P? If you do, and have felt it, you’ll recognize a familiar buck, a particular thump, in the resounding stir of the 51 Splti-J  However, this is only a reminiscence. Different from the weight of the Fifty-One P, the Split P finds ballast in darkness, where its dripblat boils topish heavy and its mids conduct contour construction across the shadow of the lows. In this darkness, the 51 Splti-J affects straightforwardly: a rigorous lake of presence will wreak your musico-ecologies with a demarcating blot, inked in the eclipse which totalizes this difference. A dark drip. A velocititious blat. A decibel speak spat. Your bass WILL affect. It will blipelbwhooshbwampPOPsmack! 

Technical Details:

• Fifty-one P style pickup converted to a J shell

• Alnico V magnets
• Laser cut vulcanized fiber bobbins
• 19mm string spacing standard.
• Potted for twenty minutes in a paraffin-beeswax mix to contain any unruly frequency that may attempt to desecrate your desired tone

History: A shapeshifter’s debacle. It was the problem of putting the soul of one in another’s body; a problem of shells, of structure, of conducting a fusion in the wake of a shadowy inertia. We aspired physical conversion without damaging the tradition of voice. And we succeeded… so let me tell you: it comes dark, a mass dripping somewhere you can’t quite place. It’s there like a ghost pronouncing the memory of bone, and in the underflesh you’ll find that somewhere within or without that unplaceable drip, the memory’s weight won’t be where it used to be. And so, it haunts. Everywhere at once. Your fingers touch the atmosphere created in the ossein simulation, and the problem of the shapeshifter is solved in the mimicry of nothingness to bone: a wide and tenebrolescent voice becomes the structure, and this kind of history allows the player to shred in a house alone while creating for themselves a space reminiscent of another’s many. A weight shape split like shadows everywhere.    

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