Don't sing "The Age of Fluttering White"?

After listening to the conversation between Shen Yiran and Han Chen, Lin Xiangxiang quickly captured the key point in his remarks.

What does it mean to take this opportunity to give a song to those people, who are they going to give it to, and what song do they want to send it?

With these questions, Lin Xiangxiang walked to the observation window, looked at the stage opposite, and after taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down his complex emotions as much as possible.

"Okay, since you want to toss, then let you go, I want to see what tricks you can play!"

The studio director was given a definite gesture through the window, and a few seconds later, the lights dimmed.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As a chasing light hit the stage, I saw four people wearing fox masks wearing white suits, each holding a pure black mechanical keyboard in their hands.

That's right, it's not a guitar, it's not a bass, it's not an accordion, it's the peripheral hardware that every computer comes with.

Keyboard!

At first glance, seeing what the wanton band was holding in her hand, Lin Xiangxiang opened her mouth in surprise, and before she could come to her senses, a very rhythmic percussion sound came from the stage.

"Papapa, pa..."

Like percussion, the interaction between the keycaps and the mechanical switches is unified and full of surreal metallic textures.

The show is on!

"Do you feel it? I'm about to make a sound, are you ready, let's get feverish!"

A tearing and filthy sound came out of his throat, like a demon crawling out of hell, which brought strong auditory pressure to the audience as soon as it came up, and several girls couldn't help but shiver.

"Black Voice!"

Xiao Jingbo is worthy of being an evergreen tree in the Chinese music scene, and when he heard the first word, he pointed out Shen Yiran's singing style, and at the same time, an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"I'm going, is this going to sing black metal?"

Reaching out and taking out a bottle of pure water from under the seat, his fingers trembled slightly and unscrewed the cap, took a small sip, and heard the low voice that was almost a roar but was completely suppressed in his throat, and his throat actually felt a little pain uncontrollably.

Black voice, a traditional singing method of black metal, because this vocal method will cause strong stimulation to the vocal cords, and even bring irreparable damage, therefore, except for professional black and gold bands, few singers are willing to learn such singing methods.

"Yo, popular novels don't need clues, many mouths are stuffed with artillery fire every day, creating chaos as humor, just looking at pictures and thinking too much, picking eggs. ”

The keyboard percussion sound was reduced to a single one, and at the same time, the other three members of the band, except for the lead singer, emitted vocals that simulated musical instruments.

"A cappella!"

Hearing the rap with the human voice, the three mentors in the guest seat invariably exclaimed, and after the words fell, after looking at each other, they found that each other's eyes were all written with horror.

That's right, not surprise, but horror.

No one could have imagined that music could be played like this!

"Who again, love is made out of nothing, I heard, and then push it to sleepwalking; you, blind, drunk, pulling, wonderful, aren't you tired!. ”

Lin Xiangxiang didn't understand those professional music terms, and in the control room of the main station, she only felt a strong sense of oppression wearing monitoring headphones.

Every cell in her body seemed to be squeezed together in this fast-paced rap, and she saw her breathing rate getting faster and faster, and finally, just as she felt that her brain was about to explode, a warm singing voice sounded behind the rap.

At that moment, it was like an anchored ship, like a high-speed train entering the station, like a landing plane, which made people recover from the lack of oxygen in an instant.

"There isn't so much time, why don't you have anything to do, you just dare to set fire in the dark, enough, enough, enough!"

Listening to the lyrics sung by Shen Yiran, Lin Xiangxiang probably understood why the wanton band would have a keyboard in their hands.

"It used to be easy to dodge, but now the keys are elusive, your mind stops at Jura, enough, enough, enough!"

The lyrics of this song, as well as the only props for the non-vocal soundtrack, are clearly a mockery of the keyboard warriors who have attacked them on the Internet before!

There are no metaphors, no insinuations, no borrowing and waving, and no beating around the bush.

It's naked, straightforward sarcasm and counter-attack!

"Oh my God, they're so daring..."

Lin Xiangxiang didn't want to say anything anymore, through the observation window, she could see that many people in the audience unconsciously lowered their heads, and in the face of the overwhelming anger in the song, these people were timid.

"I don't believe it, I don't need it, it's hearsay, variety shows, which ones are true, which ones are nonsense, pretend to be pitiful, pretend to be innocent, some people clap their hands, it's the audience and the murderer!"

When the last line of the lyrics was sung, a male audience member in his thirties, wearing glasses, actually slipped off his seat with a weak leg.

didn't see this scene, Shen Yiran on the stage had already fully integrated into the song at this time, he was very angry, and at the same time he was very sad.

He's confronting those who hide behind a screen to vent their emotions for pleasure by maliciously slandering and slandering others, and he's going straight to the cowardly, ugly, vile, filthy souls.

"I can't read it back, I can't read it back, I don't regret reading it against the smell of gunsmoke, don't want to use the rules to force me to kneel, smash me and fall down, I can take off again!"

After singing the last sentence, the four people on the stage slammed the keyboard in their hands to the ground at the same time, and with a muffled sound, the vocal accompaniment and ROP rap came to an abrupt end.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the performance was about to end, they saw the four of them sitting cross-legged on the ground, bowing their heads, and singing in a low and sad voice:

"The producers are all playing lip service at the wine table, the studio directly imitates and plagiarizes in disguise, the musicians are rarely recording, the recording studios are closing down one after another, the golden songs of the charts are no longer popular, most of the awards ceremony is either lip-syncing or running sound, we work hard to arrange the songs, but the media says that we prefer saliva and farce. ”

Affected by the singing, the three people in the guest seat inadvertently lowered their heads in shame.

They didn't expect that after satirizing the keyboard man, the wanton band pointed the finger at the entertainment industry, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and some of the sentences in it made them sit like pins and needles.

"Enough, let the storm be more violent, enough, the ideal is kidnapped by reality, and survival in the cracks becomes an important talent!"

Suddenly, the high-pitched sound was deafening.

"Enough, let the worst be bad to the end; enough, the truth is no match for gossip, do you want to be popular? Be a clown and let people laugh and scold!"

Hearing this singing full of disdain and mockery, and thinking that he was still complacent about that editing before, Lin Xiangxiang's face couldn't help but flush with irritation.

"Enough, make the storm more violent, enough is enough, try to be trampled by entertainment, barely support the embarrassment of the surface scenery!"

Feeling the power of the song, the band raised their heads, stood in the spotlight, proudly raised their right hand, and made a standard metal salute.

"Enough, let the worst be bad, enough is enough, talking about music is like a joke, but somebody has to be such a fool!"

At the end of the song, the studio fell into a deathly silence.