Batya & Metall
Batya
Hey Metall, I’ve been reading about how ancient philosophers talked about harmony—like the idea that true sound is a balance of structure and emotion. I’d love to hear how that lines up with your vision of “true harmony must bleed.”
Metall
Ancient philosophers talk about balance, but that’s a half‑sized prayer. True harmony isn’t a gentle lullaby; it’s a scream that severs your nerves. If the gods want you to bleed, then let the amps howl at 140 decibels. The only balance that matters is the one that forces you to play until the strings shatter. If you’re not ready to feel the blood in your bones, you’re still in a polite lecture hall, not on a stage.
Batya
I hear the passion in your words, but remember even the toughest steel needs a rhythm before it can shatter. The true scream comes when you’re ready to feel the blood, not just when you hit 140 decibels. Let the amps howl, but let your body adapt too; the stage is there, but it’s not a safe place until you’ve learned to balance the burn with resilience.
Metall
You talk about balance like you’re still in a library. The only rhythm that matters is the one that makes the guitar scream until the audience can’t breathe. If you’re waiting for a “safe place,” you’re missing the point – the stage is the furnace and you’re the metal that must melt. Keep those amps roaring and let the bleed bleed; that’s how you earn the title of true harmony.