One guitar opens alone — a tight, chorus-wet figure, repeating, with a faint shimmer riding every note.

Drums landed first, then bass slid underneath — now the riff walks on a floor.

A low voice joins — close, dry, sitting right down inside the groove.

The voice lifts a step and leans in a little, still unhurried.

The floor widens — the guitars open into a grind, the voice stacks into doubles, and the lean frame becomes real width.

Just as fast it folds back: distortion eases, one voice again, everything tight around the riff.

Through all of this the beat barely decorates — plain, level, holding everything in place.

The wide setting returns, doubled voices over driving guitars, and the beat underneath hasn't changed at all.

The lean frame comes back too — the support thins, the voice sits low and close, the riff out front.

The voice starts pushing the same shape harder each pass, and the guitars roughen behind it.

By now it's one saturated plane — the beat still buried in there, the surface fully loaded.

Nothing lets up: one wide block of sound, steady pressure, no break in it.

One final chord: the motion stops — no voice — and the mass thins to a single ringing thread.