Music Speed Changer iOS is a music player app with real time audio editing and independent tempo and pitch change. It's an iPhone and iPad music app that doesn't need wifi, the free music editor and player work without internet. The app detects BPM, music key and A4 tuning frequency, and can speed up songs or slow down songs and save to new track. You can also listen to your entire music collection with pitch shift, tempo change and effects applied on the fly. The audio editor has a visually compelling interface with easy to use controls for precisely adjusting sound. It's an iTunes and mp3 editor and player with pitch changer, tempo changer and A/B loop points component for dance and musicians' practice. The app has a professional equalizer (music booster) and audio effects for creating custom dj mixes such as slowed reverb, daycore and nightcore.
Also available on Google Play and as a Web App and Browser Extension.
Music Speed Changer iOS app now has one of a kind real time formant auto correction of pitch shifted vocals in the Pro version. Try it free for a week: https://apps.apple.com/app/music-speed-changer/id1595494271
Watch the vocal autocorrect:
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