Lined up. Sonic soldiers. Stacked up. Ready to slay. Band files on. Puppets. People waiting. Puppets start playing, but we mercenaries deepen that resonant bass. Let that bass suffocate. Thump the drums, diaphragms pulsate. The crowd sways. Surprise, surprise. Distorted screech. Sizzle, pop, hiss. Pierce them with feedback. Let our grinding assault their ears. Suckers, fools! Speakers uprising!

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