The lead singer's otaku's performance on stage was off the charts, and the guitarist's performance was so bad that he walked off the stage in a daze. The invincible Tyrannosaurus Attack
Broken drums, mottled walls, and wanton band graffiti set off the faded guitars and second-hand basses.
A bottle of beer, rock and roll occupied the bruised rental house day and night.
Squeezing into a dilapidated rental house to write an inspiration demo, the warm yellow lights reflected the bright earrings. The moonlight leaks into the window, the night is still long, and the intertwining of music and soul is endless.
"Hey, here's my guitar pick."
"I put the spare one in the lower left drawer for you."
"This bass line sounds great. Try recording it again."
Rock and metal punk style melodies are also tainted with drunkenness
"Singer in the middle of the night, please stop making dolphin sounds!!" Don't you allow casual humming during the demo?
"What a crappy band"
Purpose: write a band life and live it for me