You’ve just moved into an old house, you’ve settled in, got your stuff unpacked and you decide to have a rummage around the attic to clear out some of the junk left behind by the previous occupants. In the process of doing this, you stumble across a curious looking box of electronics. Intrigued, you dust it off, observe the slight stains of verdigree on the chipped hardboard fascia, you smile at the badly applied Dymo tape labelling and take it downstairs for closer examination. It all looks very promising – obviously very badly made by someone with few construction skills and who ran out of matching knob caps but it seems to be some kind of home-made synthesiser. With eager anticipation, you fire it up only to be greeted by chaotic, squealing, stuttering noises of machinery in pain. It’s broken and doesn’t work properly… it probably never did!
The filter seems to be fine as does everything else but the oscillator is (to use a technical term) totally f’cked… and it sounds totally fabulous!!