a stroke
Music that started it all. Guitars that scream like they’re being tortured, drums that hit harder than your mom’s yelling, and bass that’s like it’s whispering secrets to your soul while you’re trying to get laid.
The guitars were so loud, they woke up my neighbor’s cat.
The drums hit me like I got hit by a brick.
The bass made me feel like I was about to have sex with the music.