Kurzweil K250 - Voices

Voices

  • Resident Voices: Concert Grand Piano, Harpsichord, Violin Section, Viola Section, Cello Section, Bass Section, Plucked Acoustic Bass, Snare Drum, Bass Drum, Tom-Tom (2 octave chromatic), Hi-Hat Open, Hi-Hat Closing, Hi-Hat Closed, Crash Cymbals, Ride Cymbals, Guiro, Ratchet, Sleigh Bells, Cowbell, Sandpaper, Hammond tm B-3 Organ (3 settings without percussion, 1 with percussion), Trumpet, Baritone Horn, Valve Trombone, Sine Wave, "Endless Glissando", Nylon-Stringed Acoustic Guitar, Hand Claps, Finger Snaps, Temple Blocks, Grater Up, Grater Down, White Noise
  • Sound Block A: Choir, Flute, Electric Bass (open), Electric Bass (slap), Clarinet, Oboe, Harp Arpeggios, Harp Glissando, Conga (open), Conga (slap), Conga (ringing), Chimes, Marimba, Vibes, Timpani
  • Sound Block B: Electric Guitar (mutes), Electric Guitar (Lead Strings), Electric Guitar (harmonics), Snare Drums (5 types), Kick Drums (5 types), Hi-Hat Open, Hi-Hat Closed, Hi-Hat Closing, Rim Shot, Claps, Crash Cymbal, Ride Cymbal (rim), Ride Cymbal (Bell), Toms (3 types), Electric Piano (Fender Rhodes tm), Mini Moog tm
  • Sound Block C: Solo Violin, Solo Cello, Celeste, Pizzicato Strings, Bassoon, Cathedral Pipe Organ, Hand Bells, Plucked Harp, Sawtooth Wave, Church Pipe Organ
  • Sound Block D: Nine Brass instruments

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