(rock music) a loud steady beat

Usage examples of backbeat.

He told me the longer riffs derived from classic sizz, while the backbeat was pure Transkei rip-rap.

Music was playing, a primitive backbeat of drums behind screaming guitars.

His style reminded me of the guy with the great backbeat on the old Jimmy Reed records.

There was a wall of noisethe backbeat, the bass, the wail of a guitar riff.

What he was after was a steady, uncomplicated beat: a thumping backbeat, Jimmy called it.

The blade struck it squarely in the face, but the creature only withdrew with a backbeat of its wings.

By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, they recognized the percussive backbeat of music.

Ignoring the hypnotic beauty of the singing, he stomped forward, purposefully mismatching the rhythm of his steps and the backbeat of the chant.

Her door opened to the Hoyt Street face of the projects, in sight of traffic, cars rolling by with the booming systems, backbeat rattling windows, the cops cruising too, ominously hushed in their Giuliani Task Force vans.

Thauglor backbeat his wings once, curled the tips to steer and brake for one last, deft instant, and landed delicately on the great bole, his talons closing with almost fastidious care.

The throb rose sharply into a harsh, reverberating yowl, then lapsed into an almost rocklike three-quarter-time backbeat behind a moody chord sequence in B-flat.

He ran the slide back down the frets, pausing to jiggle it on the eighth and third frets, then shot it back up the board again, at the same time touching the chord sequencer to repeat the backbeat he had programmed a couple of minutes earlier.

The place was as big as one of those warehouse club megastores and was packed wall-to-wall with Long Island office workers hot-wiring weekend self-images in Hathaway suits, with big-haired girls in sequined jackets and leggings, limbs jangling gold chains on the crashing backbeat of music that braced you like a high wind.

The music played on, a long tapestry of soft flute-noises and droning chords that made him think of the wind moaning around mountaintops, but with a strange little backbeat that kept surfacing and then fading down into the mix again.

It rose and fell in pitch and shifted with eerie precision between subtle backbeats, filling the air with a sort of calming energy.