The fingertips on the left hand of the OD are glowing like coals in an old contented fire, and have been all day long without even looking at that friggin’ stringy machine. Got down to stringy business late in a long day, and all I wanted to do was power chords. (They don’t hurt my burning digits as much.) They don’t sound too musical, or too powerful for that matter, but I like the gonzo athleticism and basic brainlessness. Delicacy is for the weak-hearted. (Okay, delicacy is for those with some level of skill. Momentarily, I can sometimes imagine skill, but I’d probably imagine it better if I was Airing it and didn’t keep putting an Actual Guitar in my hands. Sigh.)