Low dark tone alone, slow and thin.

Distorted guitars and drums hit as one thick wall; the pulse locks hard underneath.

A soft high voice lays over the same heavy floor, light grain against the grind.

The soft line steps out. Guitars and drums keep the thick mid-tempo grip alone.

Harsh screamed voice tears in over the wall—close, rough, full-throat pressure.

Clean soft voice returns above the still-heavy band, smoother and farther forward than the scream.

The soft line repeats in stacked phrases while the distorted floor barely changes—long suspended hold.