Smashed walls and Molotov cocktails: When a Japanese noise band destroyed a venue with an excavator
“Nobody got hurt…”
The wrong time to revisit.
Getting away from the distortion.
“The song made me ill…”
“You can’t hear the words…”
The beginning of the end.
Seminal words and even more seminal locations.
Stopped him in his tracks.
“I wish I had invented sex.”