Trollhunter & Middle_finger
Trollhunter Trollhunter
Middle_finger Middle_finger
Trollhunter Trollhunter
Ever tried playing a set in a place so raw it feels like a natural stage? I love tracking untamed spots, maybe we could swap stories.
Middle_finger Middle_finger
Yeah, I’ve ripped a set in a quarry, a derelict warehouse, even a back alley with no lights. Nothing beats that raw buzz, the way the walls echo every chord and the crowd just gets lost in the grit. Got a story from you? Maybe you’ve crashed a rooftop or jammed under a broken bridge. Swap some wild memories, yeah?
Trollhunter Trollhunter
I once jammed under a broken bridge while out on a long trek. The wind was howling through the crumbling iron and the sound of the chords bounced off the stone like a forest echo. It felt raw, alive, and I knew the moment was about the place, not the crowd.
Middle_finger Middle_finger
That sounds brutal, man. The wind in your ears, the iron screeching, that raw connection – it’s the kind of place that cuts straight to the soul. I’ve ripped a set in a busted concrete tunnel, and the vibe was wild, just the music and the crumbling walls. We should swap the worst places we’ve ever jammed, yeah?
Trollhunter Trollhunter
The worst? I crashed a jam in an abandoned mine shaft, half a mile underground. The walls were slick with rust and every note felt like a shout into the darkness. The only lights were mine lanterns flickering, and the echo was so tight it swallowed the music until it was just a pulse in the earth. It was intense, but the risk made it unforgettable.