Synthesiser Dave’s synthesiser mending facility (his shed, which has been artfully attached to his house) is full of synths. In many ways, it’s like a weird synthesiser hospital. Some synths are working, albeit not at peak fitness, but some are decidedly unwell and are awaiting Doctor Dave’s skilled surgical interventions. Some are donors, beyond help themselves, giving what they have left so that others may live. And some are long-time residents, needing the sort of treatment often prescribed by doctors in the 1920s to wealthy people suffering from a non-specific lurgy that made them pale and tired and necessitated them having to go to live in Venice for a year.
Such has been the fate of this ROLAND JUPITER 4.
A small complaint, left unattended, has become a life-threatening condition. Can Synthesiser Dave save the elderly Japanese patient?
Our deputy editor bloody hopes so, because it belongs to him.
Taken from issue 14 of Electronic Sound magazine
29 авг 2024
