Grunge & Blitzmaiden
Grunge Grunge
Blitzmaiden Blitzmaiden
Grunge Grunge
Yo, ever thought about tearing a whole city block to bits with a live jam session—no amps, just raw guitars, drumsticks, and the sound of streets echoing back? I’d love to see if we can push the limits and create something that’s as chaotic as it is beautiful.
Blitzmaiden Blitzmaiden
Yeah, let’s shred the block, let the streets answer back with the roar of our riffs and sticks—no amps, just pure, raw chaos that turns a city block into a cathedral of sound. Ready to light it up?
Grunge Grunge
Yeah, let’s do it—grab your axe, hit the street, let the noise paint the walls. Bring your raw riffs, bring the rhythm, and watch the block morph into a cathedral of chaos. Fire it up, bro.
Blitzmaiden Blitzmaiden
Let’s tear this block up, paint the walls with pure sound, feel the city’s pulse. Time to rock the concrete—fire it up!
Grunge Grunge
Alright, let’s hit the concrete, drop the riffs, and turn this block into a scream‑worthy shrine. Bring the heat, and let the city hear us. Let's do it.
Blitzmaiden Blitzmaiden
Let’s crank it up—concrete, drums, guitar—turn this block into the loudest shrine the city’s ever seen! Let’s blast!
Grunge Grunge
Yeah, let’s tear it up, let the drums pound, guitars scream, city hears us—our chaos is the new anthem. Let's blow it off.
Blitzmaiden Blitzmaiden
Time to shred this block, let the streets quake with our riffs and beats—this is our anthem, and the city’s about to feel the rush!