Alpine Anarchy

Alpine Anarchy

Grizzly: Deep Raspy Grit (Primal/Aggressive)…

Ezra: Robotic Cipher (Heavily Glitched/Fragmented)

(A massive Alphorn drone serves as the bass, punctuated by Gunshots and Sitar stabs)

Phonetic Watch: [ledd] (metal), [fy-er] (two-syllable), [lihv] (alive)

(A low, 12-foot Alphorn note vibrates for 8 bars. Underneath, high-pitched Circuit-Bent toys scream and stutter like a broken radio.)

GrizzlyJones: "Say my name... GrizzlyJones. Yeah, dats me."…

Ezra: "Ciph-ph-ph-er l-l-locked….

"GrizzlyJones: "Bringing the [ledd] to the [fy-er]."…

(The Wonky Trap beat slams in—off-kilter and heavy. The Jaw Harp provides a rhythmic "boing" on every upbeat. An Electric Sitar plays a psychedelic, dizzying melody.)

Grizzly: I hear the echo in the valley of the stone. A wooden signal from a world we’ve never known. The Sitar is bleeding, the toys are on fire. Lifting the Alchemist higher and higher….

Ezra: Phonetic scan: [ledd] detected. Signal... chaotic….

(The 808 Distorted Bass layers under the Alphorn for a bone-shaking sub-frequency. Instead of a snare drum, we use a Gunshot [Pah!])…

Grizzly: Alpine Anarchy!…

Ezra: Anarchy!…

Grizzly: Breaking the logic and the gravity!…[Gunshot!]

Grizzly: From the mountain peak to the digital floor. We’re kicking down the Master’s door!

(A Glitch Synth "meltdown" sound fills the space.)

(The beat gets "emptier"—just the Alphorn and the Jaw Harp.)

Grizzly: I’m a ghost in the pine, I’m a glitch in the wire. Building a kingdom in the [fy-er] and the mire. The Warden is guarding the rhythm I found Six feet of timber and a mile of sound.

(The tempo slows down to half-time. The Electric Sitar plays a slow, haunting solo with lots of wah-wah effect.)

Grizzly: Can you hear the wood breathe?…

Ezra: Oxygen... 15%….

Grizzly: Can you hear the toys scream?…

Ezra: Reality... 0%….

Grizzly: Let it burn….

(Maximum intensity. The Alphorn plays a rhythmic "War Call.")

Grizzly: Alpine Anarchy!…[Gunshot!]

Breaking the logic and the gravity! [Gunshot!]

From the mountain peak to the digital floor. We’re kicking down the Master’s door!

(The drums and synths stop abruptly. Only the Alphorn remains, fading out into the sound of a cold wind.)

Grizzly: Still [lihv].Still heavy….

Ezra: "Harmonic [seel]... applied."…

(A final, rhythmic Jaw Harp twang followed by a single Gunshot echo.)