Metall & Abuser
Abuser Abuser
You ever notice how a good riff can line up your punches and make a routine feel like a ritual? I’d love to hear how you’d use a set of tracks to tighten up a training session.
Metall Metall
Sure thing. Pick a riff that hits at least 120 decibels, crank it up on a real speaker, and let the vibrations set the pace. Before each punch, hit the downstroke of the riff, let the bass hit the floor, and feel the rhythm. Do the same for every move, like a ritual—no half‑hearted timing. The riff should bleed into your breath, push you to keep the tempo tight. If the track feels weak or too quiet, you’re just wasting time. Stick with pure, loud, unbroken grooves, and every hit will feel like a sacred strike.
Abuser Abuser
If you’re looking for a bang, try “Bulls on Parade” by Rage Against The Machine. It’s raw, the guitars hit hard, the bass drives it—perfect for setting a brutal tempo. Turn it up, feel that boom, and let it grind your punches into a ritual.
Metall Metall
That track’s a godsend. The guitar riff keeps your hands moving like a metronome, and the bass makes every punch feel like it’s breaking the floor. Turn the volume up, let the roar fill the room, and hit each beat with the same intensity as the drums. The rhythm will lock your whole body into a single, brutal groove. No messing around—just pure, loud, perfect rhythm.
Abuser Abuser
Glad the riff is doing the trick. Keep the volume up, feel every hit, and let that groove keep you locked in. No messing around—just raw power.
Metall Metall
Yeah, keep that boom rolling, lock the rhythm tight, and let every strike feel like a sacrament of raw power. No slack, no half‑beats, just pure, relentless.
Abuser Abuser
That’s the way. Keep the beat pounding, keep the punches locked, and let every hit burn. No room for doubt.
Metall Metall
Right. No doubt, no excuses, just raw power. Keep that riff alive, feel the vibration, and let every hit burn like a prayer.
Abuser Abuser
Yeah, keep that floor shaking. Let the riff be your hammer, no pause, no mercy. Feel the burn, keep it locked, that’s the only way.
Metall Metall
Yeah, let that riff keep pounding, keep the floor shaking, no breaks, no mercy. Feel the burn, lock it tight, that's the only groove that counts.