Ten thousand guitarists storm the city, each windmilling and shredding their six-strings into a million mind-bending, soul-expanding melodies.
Scores of bass players pounding out atomic rhythms obliterating our blues into rainbow-headed hipsway.
Hundreds of drummers transforming beats into secret codes unlocking our feet so we can dance and sweat, get down, groove deeply in life’s freakadelic moshpit.
The attack of sounds:
so primitive and deliberate, hook-laden and hypnotic.
Hear the music storm the city, tear it down, then build us back up again.