Forty Five Years Later.

Forty five years ago, Bond crashed into the guitar world like something from the future.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥

A guitar with an aluminium stepped fretboard. Carbon fibre construction. Futuristic controls. Strange engineering. Strange ideas. The kind of instrument that made some people uncomfortable because it refused to behave like everything else around it.

Some people loved it.

Some people hated it.

𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

Then the factory closed.

The guitars disappeared.

And Bond became one of those strange stories whispered about by musicians who remembered.

But the idea never died.

For the last few years I’ve poured everything I have into bringing Bond back properly. Not as a museum piece. Not as a reissue. And not as some watered-down corporate revival designed to chase trends.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝.

Built in the UK.

Built properly.

No shortcuts. No compromises.

Every setback. Every failure. Every sleepless night. Every impossible conversation. Every piece of emotion, obsession and belief has gone into this project.

Because Bond was never supposed to be ordinary.

And neither is what comes next.

The first new Bond prototype in forty years is nearly here.

Very soon, the world will see it.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.

This one’s for you dad x