Cirrow's audio Reviews on Newgrounds

[Final Goodbye (Trance Remix)]

Amazing

The best song I've heard in months...and I'm extremely picky... but for gods sake, do something with the vocals please.

[[ U p s t a i r s ]]

Moby

Reminds me of Moby.
That's a compliment, btw.
I like Moby. :)

[Nightbox]

Fish

If you're listening to this song and you start to review it, WAIT, make sure you made it 2 minutes into the song because it gets KICKASS!

I'll be downloading this. Keep up the good work.

SplatterClock responds:

Thanks for the review ^^ <3 for the people who like my work.

[//*Great Day*\\ WF1/T Collab]

Meh

Not really feeling it, sorry.

Telliath responds:

sucks to be you.

[Thunderheads at sunset - Shen]

Great

I am useally very frustrated when I listen to songs because the melodies never go the way I want them too. In my head I want the synth to go lower....but it goes higher!

This song, however, flowed very well within my head, and it eased me.
It seems we are very much the same Dave. I'll be checking out your other songs after I finish listening to this.

[ParagonX9 - Chaoz Fantasy]

Hmm...

The melody almost hit a nerve with me...I'm almost angry that the notes didn't continue as I wanted in my head.

It's a great song, to the ipod. Excellent work.

[Half-Life]

What I saw....

"Time....Doctor Freeman?"
He stood with his back to me; I could see the creases of his lab coat fold as he fumbled with the needle. I felt my leg begin to tap. I tried to stop, then physically held my leg until it stopped moving. I glanced at the clock. They say I'm crazy, and I watch myself, as if from a third perspective, mumble and stutter, and drool onto myself. The only physical impact I have made on myself while I am in this state is control over my eyes. They flutter about as if the rest of me is in a frozen state. If I focus hard enough, I can create tears, but they are as meaningless as the drool that signifies my isolation.
Doctor Grey turned around and faced me. In his hand he held the syringe, full of the chemicals that trap me.
My leg begins to tap again. I let it tap. I squint my eyes until tears begin spilling out of my eyelids. First, my cheeks begin to twitch, and then something astounding happens. The continuous stream of saliva ceases, it's path obstructed by my tongue.
I open my eyes. Doctor Grey is studieing me. The ends of his lips slowly begin to rise. He's entertained. I'm entertaining him.
I close my eyes again. I force my jaw up and down. It drops and a low moan escapes my throat. How long, that sound and oxygen have been trapped inside of me, I have no idea. A shiver ran through me as the cool room's air entered my empty lungs. Strength! I burst upright, and a chair, attached to my butt, comes up as well. Doctor Grey's smile is gone.
I swing around and hit him with the chair. I barely see him fall onto the desk behind him before I, too, lose my balance and topple to the floor. I land in some sort of puddle. My hands lubricated, I slide them and bite through the ropes binding me.
Unfortunately, Doctor Grey has regained his stature. He is a big man, and has at least 3 inches on me. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his grey mustache is contorted into a frown. He lumbers towards me. I reach my hands around, fumbeling for anything, anything to defend myself. My hand closes around the syringe. I lift it and plunge it into his abdomen. He looks down at me, his hands centering around the syringe inside of him. We make eye contact, and his cold, blue eyes, turn grey, like his mustache, like this room. In his eyes I see still see him, as I have remained behind mine, but he is gone. His legs become stiff. And he falls backwards for the final time, like a mighty oak. There is a sickening thud, and his skull is fractured. The key was in his left coat pocket, and soon I am free from the hospital. I sprint into the streets, but the men in white coats are fast. "I'm not crazy!" I scream. "Doctor Grey! The grey room! I am SANE!"
My body solidifies and a tint of grey veils over my eyes.
"I'm not crazy. I'mm noht crahzeee. Imm nnnooghht cra..crazeezeezee...."
All they hear are my mumbles as the drugs occupy me once more.

SkyMarshall responds:

AWESOME writing-skills there man. I could picture the whole fucking thing while reading along ... so good one. A little strange review, but accompanied by a 10 itæ's just great. Thanks man ... make your stories into flash.

[[Dj-U] Happiness Remix]

Excellent

The beginning brought me in, sounded like good music. At around 33 the music gave me sudden flashbacks to a trip to a waterfall with my Dad. Its been a long while since a song has given me a special feeling, and this one did it. Excellent, good job.