Due to popular demand, we’ve bundled all the Beat Room products into one foot-tapping, happy-slapping, neighbour-bothering, mosh-pit-surfing Beat Combo. Buy the whole room and save two quid! Check out the shop
Also, there’s a competition afoot to win a copy of Whatever We’re Releasing Next Week. Simply solve Mongo’s riddle and send us the answer. Whatever It Is could be yours for free! Here are the details:
This coming Friday, Rhythmic Robot will be releasing another way-cool instrument for you. (How do we do it? The answer, folks, is caffeine-loaded energy drinks, on the hour, every hour.) But this time, for a bit of fun -- and hopefully to whip up a frenzy of anticipation ahead of the release -- we’re going to taunt / tantalise you with a little competition.
It’s simple. Mongo has composed one of his dreaded Odes, only this time in the form of a riddle. Answer to the riddle = hefty great clue as to the name of the product we’re releasing next week. And the first person to answer the riddle correctly, with a brief and persuasive rationale as to how they got to the answer, gets a copy of Whatever It Is for free, plus any other product from our lineup that they want. Tempting, huh?
The only rule is that you use the Contact Us form on our website to send your answers in. This is fairly obviously a cunning ploy to get you on our mailing list so we can let you know about further Cool New Products in the future. Hopefully that’s a small price to pay. But if you really, really don’t want to be on the mailing list, just say so in your entry and we promise we won’t add you. Really. (But then you’ll miss out...)
As entries come in I’ll post them below (anonymously, don’t worry) so you can laugh at what other people are thinking, and hone your answers. And if everybody gets it straight off, I’ll have Mongo flogged. Good luck!
That ancient swift-winged messenger
The daughter of the light
Who onetime paced across the sky
And sang dispatches from on high
Her footsteps burning bright
Now joins the swiftest from below
In reckless wondrous dance
And tattoo’d patterns weaving round
Keep step with vaults of pulsing sound
Infusing their romance
The taste of this forbidden love
Is nectar to the bold
And sampling each forbidden bite
They dance away along the light
Toward their hidden gold.
Best wishes, The Professor