Hyperchicken & Alcota
Hyperchicken Hyperchicken
Alcota Alcota
Hyperchicken Hyperchicken
Hey Alcota, ever raced a metronome to see who can keep the beat, only to have the beat explode into a wild microtone frenzy?
Alcota Alcota
I once tried to beat a metronome and the beat slipped into a micro‑tonal whirlwind, like a quiet storm that decided to improvise its own rhythm. It was oddly satisfying but left me haunted by a half‑finished motif.
Hyperchicken Hyperchicken
Whoa, that sounds like a sonic rollercoaster! Try riding that half‑finished motif like a speed‑boat—just give it a name and blast it out loud, then see where it takes you next!
Alcota Alcota
I’ll give it a name—“Crimson Flicker”—and let it ripple through the keys. It might still have a cliffhanger, but sometimes the unfinished bits whisper the next idea. Let's see what echoes it leaves behind.