One listen.

Threw myself in, got some result. More on the descriptive side of things than I’d have liked, but it gets the song across.

Blind Idiot God’s “747” is from Cyclotron.

I hope you enjoy.

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Tense, quiet, ominous. Low sounds that suddenly roar into prominence. Bass rolls, as does guitar and percussion. Menace and release, and perhaps purity. It is violent music, stressed and high-strung, but there’s also calm and peace in it all. It keeps building and soon thunders on forward.

Fury along a path, or maybe it’s not, but just free throttling along. The sounds surge and charge, and they hold as one thing before suddenly slowing down and going woozy. They try to speed up but can’t, and heave and lumber on forward, and stagger, but they keep on going until they recompose themselves.

Hurtling along once more, all as one thing. All formed into each other, and going on together. They hit that wooziness once more, and it’s almost as though they’ve been struck by something. They try to get to that charge once more, but they don’t quite.

It’s much like how the sounds started. They’re formed, blistering, but not entirely locked into that thunderous charge. They build and build and almost get there, but instead of doing so there’s one final strike of percussion and the sounds draw out as the song ends.