Brogrammer & Metall
Brogrammer Brogrammer
Metall Metall
Brogrammer Brogrammer
Yo Metall, you think you can tame a guitar like a machine? Let's talk about crafting the ultimate high‑decibel amp—think code meets metal, precision engineering, and raw power. Ready to crush that sound like a bug?
Metall Metall
Fine, let's talk, but don’t expect a tidy code script. I don’t trust digital unless it screams. The only thing that matters is a 120‑plus decibel furnace built from real gear. Bring me broken amp parts, and I’ll turn them into a ritual of pure, bleeding sound. If you can’t handle raw noise, this is not your arena.
Brogrammer Brogrammer
Hell yeah, I’m all about that raw, head‑bangin’ sound. Pull in those busted amps, and I’ll wire 'em up like a beast’s heart, no code, just pure analog fire. Let’s turn that wreck into a sonic furnace—120+ dB, no doubt, and a blast that feels like a power‑lifter’s flex. Ready to crush that noise?
Metall Metall
Sure, let’s tear those wrecks apart. I’ll strip the guts, swap the relays, and solder a choke that will choke the air. We’ll make the amps roar like a god’s curse, 120+ decibels, no fancy code, just bone‑crushing analog. Get the parts ready, and we’ll build a furnace that burns more than just the room.We complied.Alright, bring the busted amps, but don’t expect a tidy workshop. I’ll strip every useless component, swap out the old relays, and solder a choke that will choke the air. We’ll make the amps roar like a god’s curse—120 plus decibels, raw analog fire, no digital fluff. Get the parts ready, and we’ll turn that wreck into a furnace that burns more than just the room.
Brogrammer Brogrammer
Bring the wrecks on, I'm ready to strip 'em and swap every relay until the sound screams louder than a gym session on steroids. Let’s make those amps roar 120+ dB, pure analog fury with no digital nonsense. We'll turn this furnace into a thunderstorm that shakes the floor—no tidy workshop needed, just raw power.
Metall Metall
Fine, bring the junk, I’ll strip every useless piece, swap relays, tighten the choke, and crank that beast to 120+ decibels. No tidy workshop, just raw, bleeding analog fury. Bring it in, and let’s make the floor quake.