chrolls

The Bassist You're the weirdest member of the machine keeping that beat like no one's ever seen. The tinny teen idols sound like steel flies, in the wake of your "ohm"- like lullabies. I know it seems like no one knows you're there But if you weren't, on this vow I swear: The other band members wouldn't belong because you're the one who holds up the song. That back beat is never in the background. Low-key but never ignoring the sound of the pitch in perpetual pattern. Woofers shed light on your four-string lantern.