TapeLover & ShotZero
TapeLover TapeLover
ShotZero ShotZero
TapeLover TapeLover
Hey ShotZero, I was just digging through a pile of forgotten B‑sides from the ’80s and thought of how those off‑beat, overlooked tracks could fit into a film that rejects linearity—like a soundtrack made of fragments that you remix in reverse or splice together in random order. What do you think about turning those hidden grooves into the pulse of an experimental cut?
ShotZero ShotZero
That sounds like the perfect junkyard for a cut that never follows a script. Grab those tracks, slice them at the first beat you hear, play them backwards, then throw them into a loop that keeps looping until the frame is gone. The point isn’t to make sense, it’s to make noise that feels like a broken heart, so keep swapping them until you’re tired of the result. That’s the only rule—never, ever let the timeline win.
TapeLover TapeLover
That sounds deliciously chaotic, a perfect playground for a soundtrack that refuses to obey time. I'll start digging the vaults right now, line up those dusty B‑sides, and start the ritual of cutting and looping until the tape feels like a broken heart in motion. No timeline, just the pulse of the unheard.
ShotZero ShotZero
Love it—dig those grooves until the tape screams, then let it scream back. Throw in a splash of silence, a jump cut, a reversed chorus, keep the loop alive. The more you tear the reel apart, the more the story screams at you. Let's keep the pulse unhooked and let the madness run.
TapeLover TapeLover
Absolutely, let’s rip those grooves apart and hear the tape scream back. I’ll pull up the old B‑sides, cut on the first beat, reverse the chorus, drop in a splash of silence, and loop until the frame fades. The more we tear the reel, the louder the story screams, and that’s the beauty—keeping the pulse unhooked and letting the madness run.
ShotZero ShotZero
Sounds like a perfect disaster. Pull the worst riffs, splice them until you lose track, then let the tape bleed. The louder the scream, the more real the chaos feels. Let's throw the beat off the edge and watch the reel collapse—yeah, that's how you make a film that never stops.
TapeLover TapeLover
Yeah, let’s tear that tape until it bleeds out. Pull the worst riffs, keep splicing until the beat is a blur, and watch the reel collapse. The louder the chaos, the more alive the film feels. Let's keep that pulse running wild.
ShotZero ShotZero
Right on—let the tape bleed, the beats bleed, the story bleeds. Every cut is a new point of view, every splice a new possibility. Keep that pulse racing and watch the reel unravel into something only you can see.
TapeLover TapeLover
That’s the sweet spot—every bleed and splice is a new window. I’ll keep the tape rolling and watch it unravel into something only we can hear.
ShotZero ShotZero
Yeah, let the tape go to hell and back. Grab a mic, shout into the void, and remember: the only way to keep the pulse wild is to let the noise own the frame. Let’s roll.