Tube-fed fuzz that bites back.

At street level the city hums like a dim chorus. Up here it’s ozone and bravado. The Raccoon flicks a knife switch the size of a femur. Electrified wakes first: hot glass glow, hair-raising clarity, the kind that makes chorus pedals feel unnecessary. A small twist on the Infinity dial nudges the circuit into Supercharged. Chewy mids. Spitty edges. That perfect “is this broken in a beautiful way” feeling. One more nudge and the meter redlines into Overloaded. Pavement ripples. Pigeons reconsider their life choices. A car alarm starts playing the blues.

Kyle, for his part, is learning a lot about being a vacuum device. When the Raccoon taps SURGE, the mids flare like an arc light. Pick attack jumps from polite handshake to gloved slap. Then there’s Meltdown, the tiny toggle with a dangerous result. Flip it while on Overloaded and the waveform liquefies into a collapsing star of fuzz that swallows palm mutes and burps out harmonics you could swear were not in the room a second ago.

Tone etiquette still applies. Input primes the signal. Tilt leans bright or thick before the chaos. Drive sets commitment based on your chosen engines. After the storm, the HP and LP rails sweep off the soot. Volume restores civility. The Speaker Sim paints the scene: Off for direct, Bright for neon bite, Dark for basement doom, Boxy for busted boombox. Finally, the Mix knob lets you run parallel filth or go full send on a bus.

“If it glows and screams, it sings.” — the Raccoon, tightening a lug nut with his teeth