"To watch Scot Jenerik perform is to see birth, life, sex and death."
"The sound pounded right through you unhindered and out into space,
unstoppable like cosmic rays. The sound didn't merely overwhelm you,
so much as the fact you were so insignificant in comparison that I don't
think the sound knew you were there at all."
"it's like 3 or 4 in the morning and shit is on fire all over the
stage by the cyberbuss. the sheets of metal and objects with large springs and
weird pickups attached and the 55 gallon drums that the shirtless
mohawked guy is hitting are all vibrating with energy and arcing rhythems of
ecstatic painful beauty into the crowd, which is alternating between
standing in dumbfounded awe and screaming their brains out. every song
ends with what sounds like the entire PG&E grid in the western U.S.