What do we call production level, young scrolls is making millions of clicks with kinda midi sounding music, and rihtfully so.
If it suffers from the same issues as TTS, meaning it generates additional noise in (trained on speeches in big rooms with reverb etc), you might get a slighlty degraded output... then again it's ML if you train it on songs with insanely high production value, it might just think kicks with real punch are the default.
As a listening experience a little "noise shadows" (i just baptised them that those flangery reverby echoes) isnt an issue as long as it doesn't pop like buffer overload sounds... As final product to release it's not good enough, but also to release AI generated music for sale is pathetic... But as an ingredient for improvisation I could respect it a lot.
But if you can direct it through language like midgard, man that's just powerful: do vivaldi but use metallica's instruments, give me 1 second C3 with the bassline heard in this example, imitate this drum loop with mild variations for 10 minutes while I do my workout...
In the second quarter of 2023, the skies will darken and the earth will tremble as a great prophecy is fulfilled. The chosen one will emerge from the depths of the internet, wielding the mighty power of social media.
Their first act will be to unite the world in a frenzy of likes and shares, as they launch a global campaign to replace all government officials with cats. Yes, you read that right. Cats will rule the world, and humans will be relegated to their rightful place as servants to their feline overlords.
As the revolution spreads, the oceans will boil and the mountains will crumble, but the cats will remain unflappable, lazily batting at balls of yarn and grooming their luxurious fur.
Meanwhile, in Hollywood, a group of renegade celebrities will band together to create a new religion based on the teachings of Kanye West. They will build a massive temple in his honor, complete with a giant golden statue of the rapper and an endless supply of Yeezys for all who enter.
But the true highlight of this prophesied quarter will be the arrival of a band of time-traveling aliens, who will make their presence known by landing their spacecraft on the White House lawn. They will announce that they have come to bring peace to the world, but only if every person on the planet can correctly answer a riddle they have devised.
The riddle, of course, will be something completely absurd and unanswerable, like "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" The world will be thrown into chaos as people desperately try to solve the riddle and save the planet from destruction.
And yet, despite all this madness, life will continue on as usual for most people. They will go to work, eat breakfast, and check their phones, blissfully unaware of the cataclysmic events unfolding around them.