Just the guitar riff. Dry, mid-forward, already in motion.

Drums and bass enter under it and lock the pocket.

The groove seats hard. Steady pulse, easy to sit in.

A gritty midrange voice steps onto the riff.

The vocal hardens and stacks. More mass presses the front of the mix.

That hard shout returns on the same unbroken floor.

The wall comes back once more—same grip, no give in the rhythm.

Lead guitar takes the front. The voice clears out.

The pocket never leaves under the lead line.

Solo eases off. Gritty voice rides the riff again.

Hard stacked vocal again—same pressure, still no break in the floor.

Final chord hangs alone, then dies into silence.