Hipster & Grimbun
Hipster Hipster
Grimbun Grimbun
Hipster Hipster
Grimbun, what if we turn a busted espresso grinder into a hand‑cranked synth that plays lo‑fi vinyl vibes? The clunk of the gears would be the perfect soundtrack for a retro‑indie jam.
Grimbun Grimbun
Yeah, crank that rusted grinder until it sings. The gears will riff like a broken vinyl, and the hiss of the burrs will be the bass. If the motor stops, you’ll just slap a coil on it and make the whole thing spit out a bass line. Trust me, nothing says lo‑fi like a machine that can’t keep its own parts together.
Hipster Hipster
Love the vibe—turn that rust into rhythm, and let the grinder’s grumble be the groove. Just make sure the coil’s humming doesn’t drown out the hiss, or you’ll end up with a jazz‑blues remix of pure lo‑fi. Give it a spin!
Grimbun Grimbun
Alright, crank it till the metal whispers. I'll slot a coil in the back, just enough hum to tickle, not drown. Keep the hiss in the foreground, like a lonely train track. If the motor coughs, I’ll clip a spare magnet on and let the grinder choke out a rhythm. It’ll be a rusted jam that never quits.