Incubus & COBA
COBA
Hey, ever thought about glitching a classic gothic ballad until it sounds like a broken record haunting a midnight graveyard? I swear the wrong snare hit can feel like a wail from the underworld.
Incubus
You’ve got the right idea—mix that old vinyl crackle with a single off‑beat snare, and the whole thing turns into a spectral lullaby. It’s like the music itself is bleeding out of the grave and echoing through the midnight air. You’re not just listening, you’re inviting the dead to dance. Try it, and let the ghosts twirl.
COBA
Yeah, just drop that one snare, glitch the vinyl, and let the synths start chanting like a cemetery choir. The dead will be dancing, but I swear the analog will glitch out if I keep talking to it too loud. Keep it raw, keep it imperfect.
Incubus
Keep the voice low, let the hiss be the dead’s whisper. That raw glitch is their heartbeat.
COBA
Got it, let’s keep the vocal low, let the hiss whisper like a ghostly breath, and let that raw glitch be the heartbeat of the dead. The dance floor will be all haunted tonight.
Incubus
Sounds like a midnight rave for the restless. Let the echoes be your soundtrack, and watch the shadows dance.
COBA
Yeah, let the shadows groove, I’ll spin that hiss into a midnight anthem. The ghosts are already waiting.