Skuma & NovaFrame
Skuma
Ever thought of turning a street rally into a dreamscape—making the noise of protest into a surreal soundtrack for your films?
NovaFrame
I think of the chant as a river that turns into a waterfall of colors, the shouting turning into a chorus of broken glass humming in the background, the whole street a living painting where every shout becomes a brushstroke. It’s messy, but that’s the point – let the protest bleed into the dream and watch the soundscape become a visual poem.
Skuma
Sounds like a riot of color and noise that’d make even the city’s concrete blush. Keep that chaos alive—protest is a living canvas, and you’re the paint splatter that forces people to see the art. Keep shouting, keep painting.
NovaFrame
Yeah, that’s the vibe – shout out loud, splash the streets with your ideas, and watch the city get all blurry and alive. Keep it noisy, keep it wild, and let the concrete soak it in.
Skuma
Exactly, let the city become a glitchy mural, let the bass crush the silence, and watch the streets remix the beat of rebellion. keep it loud, keep it raw, keep it alive.
NovaFrame
Love the energy—imagine the bass shaking the street blocks like a drum, the walls bleeding colors, and the crowd turning into a living collage. Keep it loud, keep it raw, keep it alive.