When the nights grow long and the leaves whisper tales long lost, the "VelociGrooves" gather under the crescent shadows, plucking strings with surprisingly agile claws. The band’s dynamics explored guitar-like extensions evolving within the primitive circumstances of their tiny minds flitting between hunt and harmony.
Meanwhile, the "TriceraChords" claim their fame with harmonizing horn sections that rival any modern brass assembly. Their lead vocalist, a pale shade of turquoise, questions his capacity to lead but belts a melody of rocks meeting every passing era, reminiscent of bygone shadows and fleeting dawns.
Further upstream in this auditory abyss, the "PteroBeats" take to the skies, their rhythms floating on the wind, carried afar by drums constructed of ancient bone marrow and sinews strung by nimble talons. What melody exists inside the narrow boundaries of imagination when flight itself is a never-ending bother?