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We all want something unique. Something that nobody else has. Something special. Something we can treasure.

We're offering another opportunity to own a one off, unique pedal.


Nonpareil is a collection of 54 individually unique, one off overdrive pedals featuring a unique dual germanium/ fet circuit to deliver an almost limitless amount of incredibly useable drive. 

Each Nonpareil features a unique iteration of the circuit.

Each Nonpareil features a unique work of art commissioned by New Zealand artist Rachael Gannaway, with each image being based off one of the 54 lines in Samuel Coleridge's remarkable poem "Kubla Khan, A vision within a dream: A fragment"

There will only ever be 54 Nonpareil pedals. And each one is unique.

Hand made by Ben Fulton, each unit is hand signed and numbered and comes with a certificate of authenticity.

Our last "one of a kind" pedal offering, INFINIA, sold out in 8 minutes.

Don't miss out.

The Controls

 I - This sets the input gain on the first gain stage. This gain stage is based around a N.O.S. Germanium transistor. This stage gives you all the goodness of germanium. All the squishy, harmonically rich, elastic tone that we guitarists have come to expect from a Germanium based gain stage.

G - This sets the gain level of the second gain stage. This gain stage is based a round a FET arrangement delivering gorgeous asymmetrical overdrive - the same beautiful process that you experience with a valve amplifier.

Blend both gain stages using the I and G controls to find your perfect sweet spot.

The Nonpareil also is incredibly responsive to your guitars volume control. And, all you will not lose your beautiful high end frequencies as you dial back your guitar volume. Clarity intact!

P - Presence. As the name says, this dial allows you to set the prescence - how bitey or how smooth the overdrive is.

V - Master volume. Sets the overall output of the unit. Above, below or at, unity gain.

Just dealing with an issue with the video clip for Youtube - expect it to be here shortly - I'll email to let you know.

I suggest you read through Coleridge's extraordinary poem below, as you scroll through the images. The pedals are in order in relation to the lines in the poem.

Kubla Khan

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge


In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
   Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
   The shadow of the dome of pleasure
   Floated midway on the waves;
   Where was heard the mingled measure
   From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

   A damsel with a dulcimer
   In a vision once I saw:
   It was an Abyssinian maid
   And on her dulcimer she played,
   Singing of Mount Abora.
   Could I revive within me
   Her symphony and song,
   To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.


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