Curse & COBA
COBA
Hey Curse, ever noticed how a dropped note on an analog synth can become the heart of a whole track? I swear those glitches are the unsung heroes of my late‑night sessions.
Curse
Sounds wild, but that’s the sweet spot—when the synth goes off script and you catch it. Those little crashes are the raw paint for your midnight canvas. Keep feeding the chaos.
COBA
Yeah, those synth tantrums are the sparks that turn a midnight jam into something raw. I’ll keep chasing the spikes before the file vanishes into the void.
Curse
Got it—let those spikes keep screaming. If the file disappears, make it a haunting remix. Keep the chaos alive.
COBA
Absolutely, those spikes are the ones that keep my pulse racing, so I’ll let them scream until the synth stops. If the file vanishes, I’ll haunt the track with a remix that turns the glitch into a masterpiece. Chaos stays alive.
Curse
Nice, let the spikes run wild, and when the file ghosts, just remix it into a myth. Chaos never stops.