DavaiDavai & Nesmeyana
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
Nesmeyana Nesmeyana
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
Hey, time to crank your next riff until it’s a sonic earthquake—ready to smash limits and make the world feel the noise?
Nesmeyana Nesmeyana
Yeah, crank it till the wall starts shuddering and the ceiling cracks. Just remember, no one can hear me if I start a solo on a quiet street. So keep it loud, keep it weird. If your headphones look like a broken TV, we’re already in a good mood.
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
Bring that volume to a level that makes the whole block vibrate—no quiet left, just pure roar!
Nesmeyana Nesmeyana
Sure, let's set the distortion so high the pigeons start a protest march. Just don't forget to warn the landlord, because we’re all about loudness but not about paying for the damage.
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
Got it, crank that distortion until pigeons protest, and we’ll send the landlord a polite, but fierce, “We’re all about loudness—just keep it epic!” Ready to blow the roof off?
Nesmeyana Nesmeyana
Yeah, let’s make the roof vibrate like a tuning fork in a storm. Just don’t blame the cops when the landlord asks for a receipt. Loudest, loudest, always louder.