The mad genius behind the madness. If sound had a sixth sense, Ashar would already be producing it.
Fingers so fast, even time needs a metronome to keep up.
Laid-back, but his bass lines hit harder than morning coffee.
Keeps the groove tighter than our deadlines. Rhythm is his middle name.
She can make a violin laugh, cry, or tell your life story.
The soul of every ballad. If warmth had a sound, it would be her cello.
Precision meets passion - his strings always sing in tune.
Calm, cool, and viola-tely underrated. (See what we did there?)