Crow
Lead riffs and feedback. If it isn't loud enough, Crow is already turning it up.
BKS
A transmission from the outer ring. Four players, one signal.
Black Knight Satellite crash-landed somewhere between garage rock and space opera: big riffs, bigger synths, a bottom end you feel in your ribs and drums that hit like orbital debris. They write loud, play louder, and treat every set like it's the last signal before the dark.
Lead riffs and feedback. If it isn't loud enough, Crow is already turning it up.
Saw leads, arpeggios and the time-bending textures that hold the whole orbit together.
Sub-heavy low end and the resonance that turns a room into a speaker cabinet.
Kick, snare and the occasional solo that rains down on everyone in the front row.
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A first-person sonic assault on an alien world. Pick Crow, Teo, Bean or Paul and fight inward, ring by ring, on the beat.