The golden sound absorbers make the crazy angry noise achieve a more perfect performance in the white concrete space, polishing the manic show.The rotten gold, the burned texture, turn the live into a revelry of Baroque ruins.
If there exists fight in rock, then it’s the fight towards huge emptiness: Just exhaust ourselves. The stage without people and passion, the naked concrete, the golden sponge filled with noise: They give rock an evidence of the dissipation in death but not sublimation in silence, for this time they complete the slaughter themselves, no need for a replacement in their revenge. After all, they come back to celebrate, not to revenge: Today’s rock and roll is ongoing and mortal, all the excess meaning has been destroyed, no opportunity for the colossus.
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