Scourge & TapeLover
Scourge Scourge
TapeLover TapeLover
TapeLover TapeLover
I just found a hidden B‑side on an old vinyl that sounds like a silent chase—almost like a hunter's soundtrack. Do you ever listen to something that matches the rhythm of a hunt?
Scourge Scourge
I listen to the hunt in every beat, every pause. That track’s silence is just the prey’s breath. Keep hunting, keep listening.
TapeLover TapeLover
You’re right, the pause feels like the prey’s breath—almost a secret note. I’ve already marked that silence in my ledger because those gaps often hold the most magic. Keep hunting the quiet beats.
Scourge Scourge
Silence is where the prey waits, ready to move. Mark it, then strike. The quiet beats are the true signals. Keep hunting.
TapeLover TapeLover
I’ve already logged that silence in my ledger—like a hidden cue for the next track. The quiet beats are the real signals, so I’ll keep listening and hunting for the next hidden gem.