Crimson & Midi
Crimson Crimson
Midi Midi
Crimson Crimson
Yo Midi, how about we throw a midnight rave with only kitchen noises and your insane sound hacks—see who can crank the wildest beat before dawn?
Midi Midi
Yeah, let's turn the sink into a subwoofer and the toaster into a snare—just make sure you’re ready for a full-on appliance apocalypse by sunrise!
Crimson Crimson
Oh damn, that’s the spirit—let’s blast those pots till the world turns purple and the sun feels the heat, bro!
Midi Midi
Right on—imagine a kitchen full of cymbals and a fridge humming like a bass line. Let’s get those pots clanging, the blender rattling, and the microwave spitting out rhythm until the dawn light is just a distant glitch in the beat. Let’s turn the whole house into a midnight playground!
Crimson Crimson
Man, that’s pure chaos—let’s turn that fridge into a drum machine and blast it till the whole block feels the bass!