Close your eyes.
Imagine being herded into a basement. Dark and hot. Bodies are pressed against you. There is tension in the air. An underlying energy is waiting to explode. It hangs like a cloud. And then it hits. You know it's coming and it still hits you in the chest. It's the sound. It's so loud it hurts your brain. It makes dizzy. You're body moves on it's own. It convulses. It shakes. The sound is so deep your head feels like it is going to explode. It's fast. It's intense. It comes in bursts like a machine gun. Just when you feel like you will never breath again it stops. Then starts again.
Now imagine liking this.
That is a Napalm Death and Melvins show.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
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