A single electric guitar picks through a small repeating figure, close and unhurried.

A second guitar slips in behind it, its notes delayed, drifting from one side of the room to the other.

A bass pulse arrives underneath, soft at first, felt more than heard.

High above the strings, a thin cymbal tick starts marking the pulse.

The tick opens into a rolling drum pattern, and the whole thing locks into a groove.

A voice settles on top, soft and clear, riding the pulse without leaning on it.

There's more weight in the low end now — the same groove pulling harder from underneath.

The voice lifts into a higher register and pushes, and the band rises with it.

The rhythm sits down into a deeper stride, bass and drums locked shoulder to shoulder.

Another strand of voice joins in — lower, closer, half-spoken, echoing a step behind.

The band eases back and the pressure lets go for a moment, then gathers and leans back in.

No voice from here on — layered guitars move in and fill the space it left.

The riff changes stride underneath, and a high distorted guitar rises above it all with a long, carrying line.

The whole band cuts away at once — one guitar left ringing, and suddenly it's just the room.

Just the last of that ring now, thinning into silence.