HIPERACUSIA [B]

Chris Anthony

The track unwinds before me, a serpentine path of worn asphalt and faded lane markings. The surface is rough and weathered, bearing scars from countless footsteps and the relentless pounding of the elements.

To one side, a tumble of bleached-white stones stretches out, like a shoreline guarding the track's perimeter. Beyond, the landscape unfurls in waves of emerald green, as lush grass and tangled wildflowers claim dominion.

The air vibrates with an expectant hush, heavy with the promise of athletic feats to come. The scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the tang of sweat, forging an intoxicating aroma that electrifies the senses.

As I step onto the track's springy surface, the rhythmic thud of footsteps echoes through my very being. Every stride feels like a declaration of purpose, every breath a testament to unyielding determination.

The track ignites with a pulsing spark, as synthesized beats drop like digital raindrops on a neon-lit cityscape. The rhythm throbs, a relentless heartbeat that draws you deeper.

Soothing pads of ambient texture envelop the listener, a sonic cocoon of atmospheric sound design. Filtered hi-hats slice through the haze, their metallic sheen glinting like polished chrome.

A haunting melody materializes, ethereal and otherworldly, conjuring visions of dystopian futures and cyberpunk dreamscapes. The bassline growls, a low-frequency tremor that shakes foundations.

As the track builds, distorted FX and frenetic arpeggios conjure an air of tension, like the whispered secrets of a futuristic underworld. The drop arrives a cathartic explosion of light and sound.

In the aftermath, the echoes linger, haunting remnants of a sonic odyssey through the digital realm."

Train up

Wonka Sauce

The Lounge
Album out now.

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Chris Anthony

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