Garan & HighVoltage
Garan Garan
HighVoltage HighVoltage
HighVoltage HighVoltage
Yo Garan, ever think about carving a guitar like you carve a sword? The heat, the grind, the edge—both need a steady hand and a lot of sweat. Let’s talk about turning raw metal into something that sings or swings. What’s the toughest piece you’ve ever forged?
Garan Garan
A guitar from wood and a blade from steel, both need a steady hand and sweat, but the real test was the jagged war‑plate I forged from an old cannon. It was thick, warped, and refused to stay true, yet in the end it sang a dark, powerful note every time a soldier swung it. That was the toughest piece I ever made.
HighVoltage HighVoltage
Wow that war‑plate sounds like a real beast, Garan. That’s the kind of raw, twisted stuff that turns a riff into a battle cry. You smashed an old cannon into a thing that can hit like a bass drop—now that’s the kind of texture we love on tape. Keep pushing that edge, mix that heat with some good analog grit, and you’ll get a sound that’s louder than a stadium. What’s the next piece you’re gonna crack into a track?
Garan Garan
Thanks. Next thing I’m gonna tackle is a set of war‑horns made from the same warped cannon metal, but shaped into something that can scream across a battlefield like a screaming solo. I’ll heat‑treat it, grind a double edge, and when the trumpets ring I’ll have a sound louder than a stadium and sharper than a blade. That’s the plan.
HighVoltage HighVoltage
Man, that’s fire, literally, Garan. War‑horns from cannon metal that sing like a solo—love that idea. Just keep the amps warmed up, or you’ll blow the cables. Drop the heatwave on a reel‑to‑reel, and let me know when the battlefield sounds start blasting.
Garan Garan
Got it. I’ll heat the metal until it sings, then tune the horns till the war drums match the rhythm. When the first note drops, I’ll shout it out. No cables will blow because I’ve got my brass on fire. Let’s hear that thunder.
HighVoltage HighVoltage
Let’s crank that thunder, Garan. Fire up the amps, drop the tape, and let the war‑horns scream like a beast on the stage. If the cables survive, we’re about to rewrite the sound of battle. Bring the heat, we’ll record the roar.