Yes, the bulb of the note has a face complete with a mouth that can be squeezed open to change the instrument’s pitch and take the whole project into the deepest recesses of the Uncanny Valley. Terrifying. And amazing. So yes — screw the Hootbots and change your orders for Otamatones. And megaphones. We’ll need those too, because I’m ditching the band idea and attempting to get a job diffusing hostage situations with the world’s most annoying noise.
It’s only slightly better than the Brown Note — which the boys in the lab are still working on, mind you — and I love you all the more for coming to this conclusion already.