Sure thing. Last night I wired up a drum loop that started with a 140‑beat per minute march, each kick punctuated by a crackle like a distant mortar, then threw in a 7‑step glitch pattern so the rhythm kept shifting. The crowd was half on the floor, half on their phones, all eyes on the sudden burst of syncopated snare hits that felt like a breach charge. That’s the chaos I live for.