Behind The Scene
Outersider
“What the f…”
1st Verse: Puzzle solving various plug-ins. Frustration slowly floods in. Engineer kept running experimentation drugging the senses registration jutting effort finally builds loving frequency channel displays stunning conclusion gushing over melodies makes a listener start humming till jinxed hardest opening up knowing audible perception was bluffing. Voices soundwave straight up bugging. Back at it, again, again, again all for nothing. Energy sucking, noticing ear stuffing, concentration went blunting, solo attempts results thudding, felt gutting. Hire somebody within the phonic mender scarcity diesel fueled temporarily gleeful. Risky pricey collaboration hoping for leveling tough EQs renders clarity equal tender rarity sequel.
2nd Verse: Listening band of symphonic trill O.G.s certified-classic trilogy plus double musical side-dish story. Good run from alpha magma until suddenly a Berenstain bear-wannabe made it HAZMAT. 3rd quarter now featuring constant loud asthma in between stanzas inflict sound absorber’s chest a tense mass gas. Simply flat-out yelled “what the f…?”
Chorus: The mission cannot remain a cliffhanger. Am about to be the “finish line” kidnapper. Sending distress signals to any professional dispatchers. Demand needed vocal remaster, stop the sonic disaster. Shall hereafter continue not letting quality assurance go to the shinplaster (2x).
