Wait, do you guys hear? There's no banging.

Except for the gong. But that doesn't count. There's no hammer.

There's no hammer. There's no drums.

There's no metronome.

There's no metronome.

There's no studio next door, rap studio next door recording. For some reason, even though they say they're just a vocal studio.

They record everything with the subwoofer on.

And before you get mad at me, they're white.

There is no, I like the saxophone.

That was nice.

That was a little treat.

But it didn't float in as often as I would like.

There's no occasional math rock that we'd hear once a fortnight.

I was kind of, I'm thinking back, I don't think we had any, like, ambient wailing. I did that, I tended to do that before you guys showed up to the studio. A little bit of, like, like, like, scream stuff. Meditative wailing. Mine isn't primal scream. It's, I would say, it's just regular scream, like a frightened scream. And I, I practice it therapeutically. But there's no, there's nothing. We are in a completely dead silent room for once. We're in a new studio. We're in a new studio and God damn, it feels good.

What would you say the environment makes you feel here?

I feel calm.

I feel collected.

I feel cool because we have a nice, very silent AC going.

True and on fans. True and on fans.

True and on fans with a sense of history we may remember from last summer.

It wasn't last summer.

Was there two summers ago?

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