There are few objects in pop culture as instantly recognisable, or as mythologically overburdened, as the Fender Stratocaster.
It’s a silhouette that launched revolutions. Clapton wept over it. Hendrix torched it. Gilmour floated it through the cosmos. The Strat quickly became an icon – it was worshipped, a relic. And like most relics, there came a point where it stopped evolving.
For decades, Fender made a deal with its customers. Single-coil hum? Call it “authenticity.”…

