Ulet & Elvis
Ulet
Yo Elvis, picture this: you’re tearing up an analog rig in your studio while I’m blasting paint on a brick wall, and then we take the whole thing to the street for a live, 15‑minute jam session—toast burning in the background, no streaming, just pure raw energy. Ready to rock this?
Elvis
Yeah, absolutely! Nothing beats the hiss of a tape deck and the smell of burnt toast for a real show. Let’s crank up the amps, paint that wall, and blast it out into the street. No streaming, just pure, sweaty rock. Bring the heat!
Ulet
Hell yeah, bring the amps, bring the grit, let’s paint, record, and unleash that wall‑to‑street vibe—no filters, just pure chaos and art!
Elvis
Hell yeah, let’s turn this studio into a temple of chaos. I’ll crank the amps until the room shivers, the toast pops, and the walls feel the beat. Grab that paint, let’s splash some soul onto brick, and send the sound straight to the streets. No filters, no streaming, just raw rock unleashed. Let's do it!
Ulet
Right on, bro! Flip the studio into a rave, paint the walls, jam till the walls shake, and blast that sound straight to the block—no filters, no streaming, just pure rock. Let's do it!
Elvis
Sounds like a revolution, baby. Let’s flip the switch, paint the chaos, and make that block feel every groove. No filters, no streaming, just pure, raw rock. Let's set this place on fire!