TexRoadkill
Audio Bum
I had to mix a Krunk show and holy shit did I pick the wrong night to run out of weed. I never thought rap could actually devolve but apparently it has. I think Krunk was madeup by all the guys in the posse who couldn't rap but would just double a line or two. Now they have 4 or 5 of these assholes all just yelling "what! yeah! Fuck! yeah! bitch! yeah!"
"turn up the beat!"
...turns down mikes to bring up music.
"now Turn up the mikes!"
...try to explain how you can only get so loud and I can't really turn everything up louder then the max. Not to mention you have these homemade unmastered beats that are nothing but low end and I had to turn down the crossover low end by 30% just to get a decent level. They should make Krunk mixers that go to 11.
"How come the mikes keep fading out!?"
...because you motherfuckers keep yelling in the mic so I turn it down then you start rapping normally. If you're going to yell take the mic out of your fuckin mouth. Do you know how fucking hard it is to set the gainstage on a mic when all the motherfucker does is yell "Yeah!" every 4 measures. I can't even tell which mics are being used until some asshole starts screaming in it. Then as soon as I get it dialed in he trades mics with some other asshole because obviously everyone else's mic is loud enough.
"Yo, I can't hear his mic!"
... which mic?
"the guy with the hat!"
... which fucking mic does he have? What is the number on it? How am I supposed to know who has what fucking mic when everyone is running circles around eachother?"
My favorite part of the night was towards the end when after 5 groups had done their sets the mic cables were so tangled up that the last group had to stand about 2 ft away from eachother in some type of Krunk circle jerk.
Fucking wankers. I never thought I would miss shitty garage bands.
"turn up the beat!"
...turns down mikes to bring up music.
"now Turn up the mikes!"
...try to explain how you can only get so loud and I can't really turn everything up louder then the max. Not to mention you have these homemade unmastered beats that are nothing but low end and I had to turn down the crossover low end by 30% just to get a decent level. They should make Krunk mixers that go to 11.
"How come the mikes keep fading out!?"
...because you motherfuckers keep yelling in the mic so I turn it down then you start rapping normally. If you're going to yell take the mic out of your fuckin mouth. Do you know how fucking hard it is to set the gainstage on a mic when all the motherfucker does is yell "Yeah!" every 4 measures. I can't even tell which mics are being used until some asshole starts screaming in it. Then as soon as I get it dialed in he trades mics with some other asshole because obviously everyone else's mic is loud enough.
"Yo, I can't hear his mic!"
... which mic?
"the guy with the hat!"
... which fucking mic does he have? What is the number on it? How am I supposed to know who has what fucking mic when everyone is running circles around eachother?"
My favorite part of the night was towards the end when after 5 groups had done their sets the mic cables were so tangled up that the last group had to stand about 2 ft away from eachother in some type of Krunk circle jerk.
Fucking wankers. I never thought I would miss shitty garage bands.
maybe try wireless mics next time 
