An explosive concussion
Of guitars
Bass
And drums
Crashes into me like a pair of hammers against each side of my head
And then
The most brutal voice I have ever heard
Joins this sonic chaos
He does not snarl as some Satanic demon
Nor scream like a "hardcore" twenty-something in tight pants
No
His voice is a roar
A roar that conjures the mental image of a man
Who would rip you apart
With his bare hands
And never think twice about it
He bellows his desire to
MAKE THEM SUFFER
Over and over again
I am in shock
And instantly addicted
To this
Pure
Unbridled
Brutality
The sound from my stereo pummels me
With a three-minute wall
Of hate
Sadism
Torture
Brutal
Fucking
Aggression
The mayhem stops
As suddenly as it started
And I am left with a feeling
That I imagine to be not unlike
Having my brains bashed out
With a cinderblock
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