POOP, part of a complete childhood. A childhood that has no end. LOUD. LOUD. Hear it. And feel it. The sound of rebellion and wild animal emotions. Untamed. Set free and raging. Rock'n' roll motherfuckers. Real loud! WARZONE LOUD! It might take your head off kind of loud. Pump your heart right into yer throat kind of loud. Hear it. See it. Feel it. Taste it. Be it. All that is too crazy, too fucked up and so primal that only screaming and howling - pouring more noise onto ground zero is the only thing that feels close to being right.