18 H

I like the car sound effects and chill eastern-sounding instrument at the beginning. The vocals are nice, too. The bass and kick at :25 sound a little over-saturated in the mix, although the vocals are really smooth and well-articulated. The recording quality is strong, too. I would’ve liked to hear more variation in the instrumental track, though. The texture is pretty stagnant over time, perhaps with the exception of the more legato approach to the vocals at 1:29. I think the piece needs more structuring and shape in the composition. It would’ve been nice if you broke down the drum beat and eastern instrument riffs at some point and had some more atmospheric/melodic content. I’d also like to see a translation of the lyrics. Overall, though, the production quality is strong, the mood is fun, and the rhythmic content is catchy. Keep at it, Galicross!

Mixing, mastering, and balance
1.75/2
Structure, transitions, phrasing, and variety
.75/1.5
Melody, tonality, harmony, and texture
1.25/2
Instrumentation and sound design
1/1
Emotion, atmosphere, and catchiness
1.25/1.5
Originality and uniqueness
1/1
Overall (how do the elements above interact?)
.75/1
Composite score
7.75/10

GALICROSS responds:

Thank you so much. Your opinion will allow me to work much better news.
Here is the idea of the text in English.
Hard to translate, because French words are our expressions

Come my end of the day
face well burnt, I look at the counter
but the lion remains at rest.
I call dekar, I will not be burned.
boost ! the sound on an air of undead (hollywood undead)
the exile inside, 18h

first engaged, in neutral
I will fall back.
idiot or
construction
I fuck the world, let me sleep
Too much clio concerto, i realize to me
I am more than at the level
I hang up, I will move
it transpires

still 18h on the road
fuuuuuuuuu
next door, just landed
pleasure
big cleavage
black rayban
a little ruffled
but I must surely hallucinate

she goes, mine is raging
I find it disgusting, only Michel Angel pass
the inner exile makes one feel
burns caution, state of consciousness
I believe in a movie
that heat, 18h

sun through the windows burns me
the jeans glue, clim on feet
but the rays are so strong
I'm crying like DARC on the bucher
finish in my ashtray
charred, empty and dried
a background thirsty evian 18h

18h on the road

it becomes strident, I roll at a pace
I will not be on time
quiet without risk
with a big breaker
active grandpa
the asphalt is burning
deadly temperature
I will be able to pass
end 18 km / h

like when we I'm waited
I have the pulsating sternoma
in the apartment there is just my knife
who is waiting for my dick
just tired, worn
by this fucking journey
exit this day
I'm going game 18 h

see you soon