Sentence examples for ominous drone from inspiring English sources

Then Mr. Crump commenced with an ominous drone, over which Mr. Iyer played a ripple of glissandos.

The music unabashedly translated the ominous drone of early Velvet Underground songs like "I'm Waiting for the Man" and "Venus in Furs" into a more modern electronic mode reminiscent of Giorgio Moroder's chic torture-chamber disco.

Mr. Young's song begins with the ringing of a phone and a slow ominous drone before erupting into a heavy blues-funk jam, courtesy of Booker T. and the MG's and Frank Sampedro of Crazy Horse.

Several leitmotivs move through all three sections: the low hum of the Hindenburg's engines becomes the roar of a B-29 bomber named Dave's Dream, and the ominous drone recurs in the final section, as Reich and Korot present fragments of interviews with an array of scientific experts, some of whom are straight-facedly discussing the possibility of a superhuman race of clones.

That night, Devore, Michael Beharie, and Sam Hillmer inaugurated the residency with an experimental noise set, before the legendary Breyer P-Orridge took the stage to recite a gritty, existential poem with the refrain "Humanity is a virus," set to ominous drone music by Ryan Martin of Dais Records.

It's just voice and guitar, the pulsing chords anchored by an ominous droning low note, and its lyrics can be interpreted as a plea for guidance.

Some of the album's tracks -- including a turbocharged lead single, "Strange Times" -- bear the ghostly keyboard filigree and ominous drones that have become Danger Mouse trademarks.

Merging tacky space voyage synths and ominous drones with jungle beats and garage melodies, Ultra is an unapologetic pastiche of 90s rave culture and retro video games.

His use of ominous, droning music and funereal-looking white-on-black text also contributes to an artiness (in the service of the film's pessimistic outlook) that's irritating but easily ignored.

Packing out London's Scala on a damp Monday night, their roars of approval easily drown out the ominous drones of the intro tape, as the band take to the stage.

Wish You Were Here's Welcome to the Machine begins with piston-pumping synths underpinned by ominous, droning chords; the acoustic guitars are buried under the heavy machinery as Dave Gilmour asks us: "What did you dream?/ It's all right, we told you what to dream".