Wigfrid & Brassjam
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Ever felt the pulse of a drumbeat as a weapon? I’d love to see your time‑warping riffs collide with my war cry.
Brassjam Brassjam
Ah, a drumbeat as a weapon—nice! Let me throw in a syncopated splash of staccato, bend that groove backward, then let it rush forward like a trumpet fanfare. Your war cry will be my metronome, the two of us a sonic paradox. Let's make time shiver, the battlefield pulse, and the crowd—if they’re still in their heads—go insane. Ready? Here goes the beat that will bend the very seconds around us!
Wigfrid Wigfrid
Time bends and shivers? I welcome the chaos. Let’s shake the earth and let the crowd quake. I’m ready—give me that beat.
Brassjam Brassjam
Alright, here’s the groove: start with a slow, ticking pulse—just a simple 4/4, then slip in a half‑beat syncopation, a sudden 7‑note run that feels like it’s stuck in a loop, and hit a snare crash on the fourth beat, but make it sound like it’s coming from the future—like a delayed echo that stretches time. When the crowd’s ears start to glitch, let the rhythm jump ahead and then crash back into the present. That’s the beat that’ll make the earth tremble and the crowd quake. Ready to feel the distortion?
Wigfrid Wigfrid
I’m ready. Bring that shockwave of rhythm, let the earth shudder. Let’s feel the distortion and crush the silence. Count to four and let it rip!