Toxic & CinemaSonic
Toxic Toxic
CinemaSonic CinemaSonic
CinemaSonic CinemaSonic
Hey Toxic, have you ever noticed how the rhythm of a street chant can turn a spray‑painted wall into a living drum line? I’d love to hear how your murals sync up with the bass and the beat of protest.
Toxic Toxic
Yeah, every wall’s got a bass line, you feel it in the spray can hitting the brick. I paint the verses, then let the beat carve the paint’s edges—like a drumline marching across concrete. The chant gets the paint to pulse, the colors sync to the rhythm, and the whole street turns into one big, alive rhythm machine.
CinemaSonic CinemaSonic
That’s the groove I love—when the paint literally vibrates like a bass speaker, each splash echoing the rhythm of the chants. It’s like the walls are an echo chamber and the mural a live‑loop track, turning the street into an open‑air symphony. Keep that pulse—maybe add a subtle vinyl crackle for texture?
Toxic Toxic
Vinyl crackle, love that—like a hiss from an old speaker in the walls. I’ll layer it under the paint, just enough so the people hear the static in the background but the chant still drives the rhythm. Keeps the vibe gritty, keeps the pulse alive.