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Usage examples of percussive.

The music was old age, a twenty-first-century blend of synthesized sounds and harsh percussive beats revolving vaguely around a pentatonic scale.

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

Outside there was the louder scream of the Rhinos and the percussive slap of their rotors.

While the rolling rotundity of the resounding thunder was drumming up to its last grandeur, a strong stench of sulfur swept down across the sea and hung in spreading fumes upon the sea-wall, until with a sharp crackle as percussive as a square of muskets, another fire, a ball of flaming gas enveloping a thunderstone, darted across the sky and dashed with a hissing explosion into the sea.

Whistles, trills, chants, and a lot of percussives that I could not identify.

I would like to requisition twenty percussive instruments, such as snare drums, kettledrums, tambourines, maracas, marimbas, rattles, and gongs.

For a while they were nothing more than a percussive tattoo, counterpointing my tempo-speeding up when I hurried, slowing down when I stopped.

Since the accident, he had become known as Wombat the Marauder to his victims, mostly inconsiderate dorks who had broken Caf rules only to find this man gripping them in an old Bosnian or Tunisian martial arts hold that shorted out the major meridians of their nervous system, and shouting at them in a percussive accent that crackled like fat ground beef on a red-hot steam griddle.

At the moment they were rendering Don Ross's percussive acoustic guitar, an excellent choice for a sunset.

Outside were the percussive noises of Volkswagens and a bell chasing someone from a bike lane.

That erotic beat, the percussive rhythm, look at me, here I am, why are none of you looking at me?

The music was old age, a twenty-first-century blend of synthesized sounds and harsh percussive beats revolving vaguely around a pentatonic scale.

The TV wasn't working right and needed some percussive maintenance, which I performed by smacking it three times with my hand.

It had been, Enderby admitted to himself, a boring trip on the move under the moon (courtesy of Miss treacherous bloody Boland), with Easy Walker reciting the collected works of Arthur Sugden, called Ricker Sugden because he had used, when composing his verses, to clash out the rhythm with the castanetting bones once a percussive staple of nigger, christy rather, minstral shows.

The loud whumps the natives made when they landed complemented the percussive quality of their chanting.