CASE SPBB403 ~ WHO MURDERED SAM PULL?

[Girru]

Kept it loose, hit the lofi, set the Warble, kept the hiss

[Isihambi]

https://soundcloud.com/isihambi_music/w ... d-sam-pull

Thanks!

[U_J_F_R]

ONLY THE hi est quality upload in 88.2khz WAV
quantized every bar
multi tracked into portastudio preamp module with adequate headroom
dead NO on lofi button. I capture fiull spectrum for the famz
anti2pro fidelity deesser hiss eliminator flutter straightener
waves pro plugins with the official license. pr0 to0ls mixing console 006 so dont even ask

*had a bicthi time reversing the tracks. sped them up to triple time +36 pitch and reversed back to normal... (sheesh hopefully this doesn't trend)
thought it would artifact more when brought back down to the right(ish) pitch, but not so much. Digital roxxx! crashed my puter like 3 times so only opened a few keys pacifically 2 n' 6. Sounded like some medieval prog rock with flutes and shit. this wasnt easy.
thx for uncovering all the hidden keys (ishambi, kud0s etc.) I was(am) wayyy 2 sick(dum) to do that type a shit for the samples . neat, clever, sneaky concept tho UNFOLDING. immexpecting a lot of variations of tracks when the poll goes up(ps when does the poll go up)

https://soundcloud.com/user-579898773/s ... thesh0eb0x

[Unfolding]

Good work finding the crates, gumshoes. Got some good ideas who the perp might be. Roland from forensics helped with the scalpel work, then we ran it through the files.

Here's another reconstruction for consideration: By the riverbank//Radioman

(ps when does the poll go up)

Was thinking putting the poll up in 2 days, but happy to extend that.

[KUDOS]

COOKED UP A BATCH OF SPLIT PEA SOUP TO WEATHER THE STORM

A POTPOURRI OF LO-FIBER NEVER HURT ANYONE RIGHT??

SHOUTS TO UNFOLDING FOR THE BRILLIANT CONCEPT

RIP SAM PULL

https://soundcloud.com/kudosforsound/sp ... -3-degrees

[SLEEPS NUMB]

LAST CASE HAS THIS DETECTIVE IN a MEZCAL INDUCED HAZE. HIS STREAK OF SOLVING CASES MIGHT BE COMING TO AN END......

THE NEON SIGN OUTSIDE "THE RUSTY NAIL" WAS BUZZING, CASTING A SICKLY YELLOW GLOW ON THE RAIN-SLICKED PAVEMENT. INSIDE, THE AIR WAS THICK WITH CHEAP TOBACCO AND THE SMELL OF STALE FAILURE. I SAT AT THE BAR, STARING AT A COPITA OF MEZCAL THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY REWARD.

IT WASN'T. IT WAS MY PENANCE.

"KEEP 'EM COMING," I TOLD THE BARTENDER, A MAN WHOSE FACE HAD SEEN MORE MISERY THAN A CORONER’S ASSISTANT. HE DIDN'T ASK QUESTIONS.

THEY NEVER DO IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.

THE CASE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY MONEY. A SIMPLE MISSING PERSONS JOB. A YOUNG LOUNGE SINGER NAMED ELENA WHO HAD "STRAYED" FROM HER SUGAR DADDY, A LOCAL WAREHOUSE BOSS WITH TOO MUCH POWER AND NOT ENOUGH SENSE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO FIND HER, SCARE HER BACK INTO LINE, AND TAKE MY CUT.

THAT WAS BEFORE I FOUND HER IN A FLOPHOUSE ON 4TH STREET. BEFORE I REALIZED THE "SUGAR DADDY" WASN'T PROTECTING HER—HE WAS HUNTING HER.

I MADE A MISTAKE. I THOUGHT I WAS THE HERO. I THOUGHT I COULD TAKE THE MONEY AND THEN PLAY IT STRAIGHT, PROTECTING THE GIRL WHILE GIVING THE BOSS THE SLIP. I TOLD HER TO WAIT AT THE BUS STATION WHILE I CLEARED THE AIR. I WALKED INTO THE WAREHOUSE TO BLUFF, TO TELL THE BOSS I’D HANDLED IT.

I DIDN'T KNOW HE ALREADY HAD HIS MEN WATCHING HER.
WHEN I REALIZED MY MISTAKE, I RAN TO THE STATION. I WAS TOO LATE. JUST A BROKEN SUITCASE AND A SMEAR OF BLOOD ON THE CONCRETE. THE KIND OF SCENE THAT DOESN'T SCRUB OUT, NOT EVEN WITH A GALLON OF CHEAP MEZCAL.

SHE WAS GONE, LIKELY AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BAY, AND I WAS HOLDING A WAD OF CASH THAT FELT LIKE IT WAS BURNING A HOLE IN MY POCKET. THE BOSS HAD SMILED, THANKED ME, AND OFFERED ME A DRINK. I TOOK THE CASH, NOT THE DRINK. I TOOK IT, AND I RAN.

NOW, I WAS DRINKING THE MONEY AWAY, ONE GLASS OF LIQUID GUILT AT A TIME. THE ROOM WAS SPINNING, AND THE FACES IN THE MIRROR LOOKED CROOKED. I HADN'T JUST LOST THE CASE; I’D LOST WHATEVER SHRED OF SOMETHING—MAYBE HONOR, MAYBE JUST PRIDE—I’D MANAGED TO KEEP IN THIS CITY.

"ANOTHER," I MUMBLED, WATCHING THE CLEAR LIQUID SWIRL. THE DETECTIVE’S LIFE IN THIS CITY IS A SLOW DECENT, THEY SAY. I WAS MAKING RECORD TIME. THE CITY DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ELENA. IT DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE FOOL IN THE MIRROR. IT JUST WANTED YOU TO KEEP PLAYING THE GAME UNTIL YOU COULDN'T STAND UP ANYMORE.

I RAISED MY GLASS TO THE EMPTY SEAT BESIDE ME. TO THE ONES WE CAN'T SAVE. TO THE ONES WHO GET LEFT BEHIND. I DRANK, AND THE WORLD GOT A LITTLE DARKER, JUST THE WAY I LIKED IT.

[SLEEPS NUMB]

https://soundcloud.com/sleeps-numb/spbb403-killer-bait



USUAL SUSPECTS

[ssohil]

how much longer we got this for? i'll try to get in if there's time

[Unfolding]

The chief wants to wrap this one up & get the perp(s) behind bars. If you got a lead worth following and you reckon can yield results in a day or two, great. Get it done.

[ssohil]

can't make it after all :( got swamped with work