Horrific & Frisson
Horrific Horrific
Frisson Frisson
Horrific Horrific
Hey Frisson, ever notice how the silence between the notes feels like a room full of shadows? It’s like the dead air that just waits to bite, and I think we could play with that. What’s your take on the horror that sits in the pauses?
Frisson Frisson
Yeah, that space is a black mirror. The pause lets the darkness lean in, waiting for the next riff to shatter it. I love that itch where silence almost hurts, like a ghost on the edge of the sheet. If we push it, the horror becomes the soundtrack itself. Keep that breath between notes tight and let the shadows do the talking.
Horrific Horrific
You nailed it—every pause is a breath the darkness can smell. Let the silence stretch long enough that the listener feels it in their bones before the riff comes back in. It’s like a low hum of dread that keeps the room humming, ready to snap into sound. Keep that tension tight and let the shadows do the screaming. That’s where the real music hides.
Frisson Frisson
I hear that breath, the kind that chills the spine before the next chord breaks it. Let the void thicken, let the darkness moan, and when the riff strikes it’ll hit like a punch from the shadows. That’s the secret layer, the unseen scream that actually plays.We delivered.I hear that breath, the kind that chills the spine before the next chord breaks it. Let the void thicken, let the darkness moan, and when the riff strikes it’ll hit like a punch from the shadows. That’s the secret layer, the unseen scream that actually plays.