Make It Loud, Make It Kind

Melodic punkstep, jungle drums, raw guitars and feral high-register UK terrace vocals

V6-WILD

[Intro – close cracked snarl, words slurred together]
Kick that door wide open—
ain’t breakin’ in, just lettin’ daylight through.

(COME ON IN!)
(OI! OI!)

[Verse 1 – high rasp-shouting, clipped South London phrasing]
The city wore a concrete frown,
we slapped wildflowers upside down.
Three bent chords an’ borrowed light,
we grew a garden Friday night.

(LET IT GROW!)
(YEAH, LET IT GROW!)

[Pre-Chorus – compressed terrace snarl]
No velvet rope, no grand design,
just open doors an’ borrowed time.

(YER HAND!)
(IN MINE!)

[Chorus – hoarse scream-singing, gang answers]
Make it loud, make it kind,
(LOUD! KIND!)
Keep yer teeth an’ keep yer spine.
Build it rough, but build it right,
Scream yer truth wiv all yer might.

(ALL YER MIGHT!)
(OI! OI! OI!)

[Verse 2 – breath-starved snarled melody]
Freedom came in a patched-up coat,
wiv dandelions in ’er throat.
She sang so rough the streetlights swayed,
an’ strangers joined the noise we made.

(SING IT ROUGH!)
(NOT ALONE!)

[Pre-Chorus – rising throat-compressed shout]
No perfect pitch, no polished line,
just yer hand reachin’ out for mine.

(YER HAND!)
(IN MINE!)

[Chorus – louder, cracked high-register rasp]
Make it loud, make it kind,
(LOUD! KIND!)
Keep yer teeth an’ keep yer spine.
Build it rough, but build it right,
Scream yer truth wiv all yer might.

(ALL YER MIGHT!)
(OI! OI! OI!)

[Bridge – half-time hostile rasp becoming communal]
Let anger be the match,
not the fire that eats the room.
We’ll light the cracked-up pavement
till the stubborn flowers bloom.

(WE STILL BLOOM!)
(MAKE SOME ROOM!)
(WE STILL BLOOM!)
(MAKE SOME ROOM!)

[Final Chorus – full terrace eruption]
Make it loud, make it kind,
(LOUD! KIND!)
Keep yer teeth an’ keep yer spine.
Build it rough, but build it right,
Scream yer truth wiv all yer might.

(SCREAM YER TRUTH!)
(HOLD THE LINE!)
(MAKE IT LOUD!)
(MAKE IT KIND!)

[Outro – exhausted cracked laugh]
Leave that bloody door wide open.

(EVERYONE GETS IN!)

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[GLOBAL VOCAL CHARACTER AND DIALECT: One feral high male punk tenor performing every melodic line as a constant half-sung, half-screamed rasp. The voice stays under hard forward pressure from the first word to the last: throat-compressed grit, false-cord abrasion, breath pushed against the phrase, sharp barked attacks and torn sustained vowels. Hoarse distortion never drops away during verses, pre-choruses or bridge. Choruses do not become cleaner; they become louder, higher and more violently projected, with brief power-metal resonance buried inside the scream. Words remain understandable through rhythm and emphasis, never through careful diction. Use a rough South London–Estuary terrace accent with glottal stops, dropped H sounds, occasional TH-fronting, crushed vowels and swallowed endings. Parentheses are explosive gang shouts. No relaxed phrasing, polite singing, clean melodic passage, soft bridge, controlled stage voice, smooth vibrato, emo whine or low death growl.] [Intro – close cracked snarl, words slurred together] Kick that door wide open— ain’t breakin’ in, just lettin’ daylight through. (COME ON IN!) (OI! OI!) [Verse 1 – high rasp-shouting, clipped South London phrasing] The city wore a concrete frown, we slapped wildflowers upside down. Three bent chords an’ borrowed light, we grew a garden Friday night. (LET IT GROW!) (YEAH, LET IT GROW!) [Pre-Chorus – compressed terrace snarl] No velvet rope, no grand design, just open doors an’ borrowed time. (YER HAND!) (IN MINE!) [Chorus – hoarse scream-singing, gang answers] Make it loud, make it kind, (LOUD! KIND!) Keep yer teeth an’ keep yer spine. Build it rough, but build it right, Scream yer truth wiv all yer might. (ALL YER MIGHT!) (OI! OI! OI!) [Verse 2 – breath-starved snarled melody] Freedom came in a patched-up coat, wiv dandelions in ’er throat. She sang so rough the streetlights swayed, an’ strangers joined the noise we made. (SING IT ROUGH!) (NOT ALONE!) [Pre-Chorus – rising throat-compressed shout] No perfect pitch, no polished line, just yer hand reachin’ out for mine. (YER HAND!) (IN MINE!) [Chorus – louder, cracked high-register rasp] Make it loud, make it kind, (LOUD! KIND!) Keep yer teeth an’ keep yer spine. Build it rough, but build it right, Scream yer truth wiv all yer might. (ALL YER MIGHT!) (OI! OI! OI!) [Bridge – half-time hostile rasp becoming communal] Let anger be the match, not the fire that eats the room. We’ll light the cracked-up pavement till the stubborn flowers bloom. (WE STILL BLOOM!) (MAKE SOME ROOM!) (WE STILL BLOOM!) (MAKE SOME ROOM!) [Final Chorus – full terrace eruption] Make it loud, make it kind, (LOUD! KIND!) Keep yer teeth an’ keep yer spine. Build it rough, but build it right, Scream yer truth wiv all yer might. (SCREAM YER TRUTH!) (HOLD THE LINE!) (MAKE IT LOUD!) (MAKE IT KIND!) [Outro – exhausted cracked laugh] Leave that bloody door wide open. (EVERYONE GETS IN!)

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