Well, I'm sure the brothers would be able to transform "eunneh hennah buah nahhenna haahn" into something listenable through the power of imagination and vintage technology.
mdg just came to my house with a tube of Pringles and told me that they've been experimenting with new ways of recording: they're in a cage full of aged cats tripping on acid and rabid foxes trying to make an authentic replica of the sound of a full orchestra on the sound chip of a ZX Spectrum.
I gushed with excitement, and we ate the Pringles while watching old episodes of David Lynch's "On The Air" till late in the night, at which time he said he had to go back to his homeplanet.
I cried for a while at his having to leave, but knew that he had to protect his homeplanet from the invaders.
Treefingers wrote:mdg just came to my house with a tube of Pringles and told me that they've been experimenting with new ways of recording: they're in a cage full of aged cats tripping on acid and rabid foxes trying to make an authentic replica of the sound of a full orchestra on the sound chip of a ZX Spectrum.
I gushed with excitement, and we ate the Pringles while watching old episodes of David Lynch's "On The Air" till late in the night, at which time he said he had to go back to his homeplanet.
I cried for a while at his having to leave, but knew that he had to protect his homeplanet from the invaders.
Then I noticed he blocked my toilet.
, seriously
"grand mistress of the grace note freedledeedee melodies" - Cupz, 2026
Treefingers wrote:mdg just came to my house with a tube of Pringles and told me that they've been experimenting with new ways of recording: they're in a cage full of aged cats tripping on acid and rabid foxes trying to make an authentic replica of the sound of a full orchestra on the sound chip of a ZX Spectrum.
I gushed with excitement, and we ate the Pringles while watching old episodes of David Lynch's "On The Air" till late in the night, at which time he said he had to go back to his homeplanet.
I cried for a while at his having to leave, but knew that he had to protect his homeplanet from the invaders.
Treefingers wrote:mdg just came to my house with a tube of Pringles and told me that they've been experimenting with new ways of recording: they're in a cage full of aged cats tripping on acid and rabid foxes trying to make an authentic replica of the sound of a full orchestra on the sound chip of a ZX Spectrum.
I gushed with excitement, and we ate the Pringles while watching old episodes of David Lynch's "On The Air" till late in the night, at which time he said he had to go back to his homeplanet.
I cried for a while at his having to leave, but knew that he had to protect his homeplanet from the invaders.
Treefingers wrote:mdg just came to my house with a tube of Pringles and told me that they've been experimenting with new ways of recording: they're in a cage full of aged cats tripping on acid and rabid foxes trying to make an authentic replica of the sound of a full orchestra on the sound chip of a ZX Spectrum.
I gushed with excitement, and we ate the Pringles while watching old episodes of David Lynch's "On The Air" till late in the night, at which time he said he had to go back to his homeplanet.
I cried for a while at his having to leave, but knew that he had to protect his homeplanet from the invaders.
Then I noticed he blocked my toilet.
What flavor of Pringles, this is important...
I too would like to know what flavor of Pringles it was.
I hope they have new tracks like You Could Feel the Sky, that make your hair stand on end. The kind of track that causes you to lose sleep because you can't get the terrifying (but beautiful) track out of your head. The Color of the Fire is like that too. Does anybody else feel that way about any tracks?
I think for me, that could be one of my favorite things about BoC, the fact that they can make a track that can be extremely terrifying, and yet I can't freaking get enough of it. And it never seems to lose that feeling.
Nobody else can do that (Except pehaps RDJ, on occasion, but still not quite).