Native guide stealthily slinking through the jungle…shadows deepen as daylight dwindles.
A wary explorer follows at his heel.
Suddenly, drums start beating… their deep voices echoing through the pungent air.
The guide grabs for his ward and they disappear silently into the foliage.
The explorer begins to speak but sound is stifled by the guides hand over his mouth.
With terrified eyes, the guide whispers…’ This drum… a terrible sign… but it only gets worse.
Drumming a terrible thing… but worse… when it stop!!!’
‘What happens then,’ chokes the terrified explorer?
Guide replies,’ A thing most terrible… Bass solo!!!’