A cyborg shaman with glowing circuitry and staff stands next to a tribal warrior with war paint and chains in a dusty desert.

Sound Shamans: flowing dune robes of pale sand and faded linen, patched with neon circuitry and shattered visors. Their garments shimmer with glitching patterns of light. Fractured headphones and hooded coats, with staffs crackle with distortion. Bass Eaters: scorched leather and shredded camouflage in dark, dust-soaked tones. Faces & bodies marked with war paint, they stalk like predators of rhythm. Chains, bones, and feathers hang from their gear, boots armoured with wire and studs. See more