No need for confetti bombs or fallus symbols, to be obnoxious, outrageous, but the sound will be very contagious, like nuclear fallout radius. No need for bands with tight spandex , macho flex , high voices from larynx, tight jockstraps stuffed with socks and walnuts to show sex, but plain obscure high-tec ! Junkie XL will tell the future in computer hell. No slacker trendy attitudes or boys that play rude, or smokers of SEZ and weed to be hardcore with fatigues, let the perpetrator weep, that it's the junkie beats that grim reap! And shuffle the feet, but all to sleep in front of their MTV screen sweep , yes lost souls are deep in their trash-cash middle-class heap.
