Pioneering beatboxer THePETEBOX one of the world’s finest human beatboxers, and has spent the past year crafting a whole new approach to using his beatbox skills to create music. His live show is more that of a full band and sees him creating fully crafted songs as well as demonstrating his world class beatbox skills. Creating each layer of his tracks live using a loop pedal THePETEBOX’s shows lead the audience through a journey of real time music production which builds up and delivers a full frequency spectrum of sound, from deep bass, to high pitched trumpets, to multiple vocal harmonies – all made with his mouth!
Download the audio single here – www.thepetebox.com Watch my live, video, studio album online here – www.thepetebox.com Here it is, the second single off my debut beatbox album THePETEBOX – Future Loops. It’s an original song. The track is all recorded live in one take, there are no pre-recorded sounds or anything added post recording… it’s all live! This is the second single off my debut album Future Loops, a live, studio album that I am releasing through videos on youtube. There will be one every two weeks up to the official release date on 11th April 2012. For more info watch this vid – www.youtube.com Equipment list: Shure KSM9 Microphone 2 x AKG C414 Microphone Audix D6 Microphone Boss RC-50 Loop Pedal TC-Helicon VoiceLive 2 Focusrite Trackmaster Pro eq/compression Neve preamp Focusrite ISA One Preamp Korg Kaoss Pad 3 Lexicon Reverb 2 x Mackie Mixing desks Recorded into Logic Filmed by Simon Ellis – www.bubtowers.com at First Love Studios, Nottingham Mastered by – http Visit the album website – www.thepetebox.com www.twitter.com www.facebook.com Thanks to: www.tomwalshmedia.co.uk http First Love Studios www.graemecrowley.com Lyrics He thought of life as tricky from the start, And he made up lies to escape from truths of heart, And he always used one thing when he fell apart, When life was bad his free hand would pour from the whiskey tank And he goes on down Well I’ve known so many people now that I don’t remember names, And at times I’ve fallen weak, blind led by …
