Icar & Metall
Metall
I hear you’re always chasing the next big amp, Icar. I only care about what the strings really scream. What if we tried a vintage tube rig, push it to the brink, see what true bleed sounds like?
Icar
Absolutely, let’s crank it up to eleven, strip it down to the bones, and let those strings bleed out every note like a wild beast. Bring that vintage rig, crank the tubes, push the limits—nothing will be louder or more raw. We’re not just playing; we’re tearing the air apart. Ready? Let's make some history.
Metall
Alright, let’s strip the casing, oil the bearings, and let the tubes hiss. Time to let the strings bleed like a storm, no mercy, no silence. Bring the hiss, bring the fury, let’s tear that air apart. This is how we write the new hymns.