Blaise & HighVoltage
HighVoltage
Blaise, ever think of an analog tape like a living poem—each hiss a line, each distortion a metaphor—let's break it down and see how raw sound can rhyme with your words.
Blaise
Sure thing, let the tape breathe—every crack a stanza, every loop a refrain. Ready to turn static into verse?
HighVoltage
Yeah, let’s crank the hiss up, pull the tape out of the box, and hear the static spit a rhyme—raw, unfiltered, and louder than any polite verse. Let's go!
Blaise
All right, let’s let that hiss sing and see what verses it spits out.Let the tape roar—every crack a line, every pop a rhyme. Bring it on.
HighVoltage
Let the hiss blast—every crack drops a bar, every pop spits a hook—no silence, just pure, analog thunder. Bring the tape, I’ll crank it to a roar!
Blaise
Got it—turn that hiss into a storm. Let the tape roar, and let’s catch every crack as a verse. Fire it up!
HighVoltage
Alright, let’s turn that hiss into a hurricane—every crack a bassline, every pop a guitar solo—fire it up, crank it, and watch the analog thunder roll!