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Article from One Two Testing, December 1984 |
six strings from one half of Gordon Smith
Steel yourself for a shock: Gordon Smith, the British luthier, is no more. He is, in fact, now two people, one of whom is known as Gordon, the other, Smith. No longer will that graceful surname bless hand-crafted Gypsies with its presence...
Of squire Smith, I know not. But his Christian name is making a bid for a solo career in the musical instrument business, as you have probably guessed from the name of the guitar currently under the critical scalpel.
Look at the photograph. Familiar? Yes, it's an Arse's Tractor (nearly anag), complete with identical pickuppery and electrics. The body and scratchplate are both a little more angular than its forebear, and the tail of the body is cut away slightly around the strap-button (which makes the Redshift easier to stand up). But its parentage is plain to see.
The layout of the bridge, volume and two tone knobs, tremolo arm, jack socket and five-way pickup switch are photocopy-perfect replicas of the original. Only the head of the Gordy shows any twinklings of originality, looking like a slimline Tele head that's been held too close to a flame. The slight droop is also vaguely reminiscent of the Fender XII hockey stick head.
The body is two chunks of ash, joined down the centre of the guitar. The grain of this wood shows up beautifully as the Gordy is finished in a matt red varnish or stain which brings out the stripes. Equally beautiful, though not in combination with the deep red of the wood, is the plastic mock-tortoiseshell scratchplate. It seems a shame to waste such an accurate representation of those mottled browns and yellows against a dark, unsympathetic background.
It shows up the maple neck rather nicely, though. This is a fine creation, similar in profile to its parent's, though the extra width of the Gordy's fingerboard makes it feel slightly shallower. The frets are big fat things, all 22 of them, but they're comfortably well sunk into the surface of the neck so as to act as no impedance to those fast flurries of noise-making we're all occasionally prone to. Don't try bending the strings though, even if that maple surface does feel nice and slippy. Because if you do, that charming little six-saddle micro-adjustable bridge will sit up on its back legs and spill strings all over the pickups: dodgy tremolo springs.
Review by Jon Lewin
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