Placebo & Toxic
Placebo Placebo
Toxic Toxic
Placebo Placebo
I’ve been thinking about how the city’s raw sounds—sirens, traffic, even the hum of a subway—could become a kind of invisible mural. Imagine turning that noise into a song that people feel the same way you feel a spray‑painted wall. What do you think?
Toxic Toxic
That’s the kind of graffiti we need—turn the city’s soundtrack into a pulse people can feel. Just make sure the rhythm hits hard enough that the streets start shaking like a fresh wall in a midnight run. Let the sirens spray color, the traffic drip beats, and the subway hum a bassline that everyone can shout along to. That's how you paint a mural you can't see but you can feel.
Placebo Placebo
I like the idea of turning the city into a living mural, but I wonder if the rhythm should whisper first and then grow, so people feel it before it shakes the ground. Maybe let the sirens start with a single note, then layer in the traffic and subway as a slow build—like a painting that reveals itself as you walk by. That way, the pulse is both a shout and a sigh, matching the city’s own breath.