At first, there is nothing but silence—an unsettling sense of quiet, the calm before the storm. And then, slowly but surely, the madness begins to take hold. An undulating stream of noise creeps in—a mechanical tide, swarming my eardrums and retreating, again and again. And then come the screams—laser-sharp bursts of industrial noise, piercing the drone and opening a void from which more noise may enter. A strange sense of panic sets in—a claustrophobic madness, fed by the unrelenting churning of piston-esque drums and high-frequency explosions.
