fluid thrill

Your heart races with the sound of the beat , the bass, the snare, the cymbals all with their unique timbre creating a crescendo of rhythms which meld together to form a musical maelstrom.... Throw in the baritone pitches of the bass and the distant distorted tones of the guitars and you have harmony in chaos ... The guttural vocalisations as the music pours out of your veins like quicksilver soon to engulf you in its web... The reverberations as the sound echoes in an claustrophobically small room...

And for just an instant we're not just some students fiddling around like amateurs with our fledgling instruments ... For a second in time we forget about the patched up snare, the grainy distortion, the feedback ... And that time is an epiphany ... It is like an orgasm of pure energy... There and gone ... Then we are just ordinary people once again... children in the never ending currents that swirl about us sweeping us along ...

Its that bang of the drum annihilating your sense of sanity, those notes flowing of the guitar, like a raging river breaking the levee, the voice pouring forth like pure fire from the core of the earth ... the beat of the heart as clear as the sound of a pin drop in a vast calm ...
That is fluid thrill ...