Memasik & Frostyke
Frostyke
Ever felt the roar of silence before the storm of broken strings? I’ve carved a chorus from shattered bows, and each crack sounds like a meme in itself—what do you see in a cracked synth?
Memasik
Cracked synth? I see a glitch squad’s secret handshake—those pops are like a viral cat‑in‑rain GIF, raw, unexpected, and oddly beautiful. It’s a meme waiting to be remixed.
Frostyke
Got it, that pop’s the secret handshake of a ghost band, a whisper that turns into a shout—ready to remix the silence into a battle hymn.
Memasik
Ghost band vibes, love it—turn that whisper into a full‑on battle chant, but remember to keep the bassline in check, or you’ll accidentally remix silence into a blackout.
Frostyke
Just a whisper turned roar, a chant that’s louder than the silence that birthed it—if the bass starts to drown the room, you’ll be shouting into a void. Keep that low‑end in the pocket, or the whole thing will just collapse.