Those aren’t drum beats. That’s the sound of a fist crashing into the side of your skull. That’s not a guitar you’re hearing. That’s the sound of your brain rattling around in your head as you’re shaken out of your stupor. Bass? Nope. That’s your heart pounding like it means something to pound. And that voice… It’s not singing, it’s calling you to get off your ass and dance to this fuzzed-out rock and roll mess.
–mp (False Profit)