Sentences with phrase «twanging sound»

In addition to the Canadian diplomat who said he had heard noises in his garden, members of another diplomatic family reported one day in June that they had heard a sudden, twanging sound, like a piece of sheet metal being waved; one family member later became ill.

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With tinges of folk rock, blues and even the occasional saloon - sounding uptempo country twang, Wild Sweet Orange...

There's a kind of a drug - addled in the Big Bend country sort of twang to the whole thing and it feels like it could all go off the rails at any moment and burst into a hell hath no fury conflagration thanks to some lonely propane tank beside the tracks in some Chihuahuan Hooterville; and boy, that drummer works his ass off bringing the bass sound and everything else he's supposed to do; and boy, they remind me of Ed Hall and a bunch of other whacky late 80s / early 90s Austin bands whose names escape me; and man, this band is awesome in that sort of weird «lets go drop mushrooms in Marfa and look for the Marfa Lights» kinda way; and whoa, why don't I just shut up and let you listen for yourself?

Swords being removed from their sheaths or being stuck into flesh sound exactly as we image they should, as does the gallop of horses and the twang of bow strings.

Dern used to make comic hay out of his fascination with the sound of his own Midwestern twang, but Woody is all but mute much of the time — a boldly counterintuitive choice, making the few brief moments when Woody does speak up extremely moving.

As we struggled to reach the end of our journey, the sound of my mage's fireballs incinerating their target joined in chorus with the thud of massive hammers, metallic twang of steel and impact of our archer's arrows on seemingly endless waves of lethal, skittering Skaven.

I ARRIVED TUESDAY EVENING at the New Museum's inaugural triennial, «The Generational: Younger than Jesus,» an appropriately Eastertide roundup of fifty vernal artists, to the sounds of stomping feet, shattering glass, and the twangs of Shahzad Ismaily's noise performance — all part of artist Liz Glynn's 24 Hour Roman Reconstruction Project.

In the rain forest, there is no such thing as silence and every tiny insect twang and buzz is vividly reproduced — which is particularly appropriate in a film about a man who recorded 1,000 hours of pygmy music *, capturing sounds he fears will soon evaporate as a tide of modernism floods the furthest nooks of this world.