arab on radar - #1 9-12-98

After a few beers, I listened to this song on repeat a couple times and posted this on the song's Last.fm shoutbox. I'm fairly proud of it, all things considered.

the only real way to listen to this song is drunk, wearing headphones, volumes cranked up way above healthy levels, hands moving in a constant, frantic fashion that's one part air guitar, one part masturbatory homage to the evening you saw them play at whartscape, when they opened with this song, when you heard those first ringing, screaming, crying notes of polarizing noise moving through the air, and you yelled out as loudly as you could with a pure, unadulterated acknowledgment of the fruitless noise they were about to make, the sonic abomination you love and desire with every fiber in your body, and when those drums kick in and the second guitar chimes in on beat and the vocals taunt you with a sound that's half-menace, half-three-stooges-hysterics, you stare up at the entire scene and take it in, mouth wide-open, eyes unblinking, your body pushed effortlessly from body to sweaty body, eyes taking in every last movement before you. that's how you listen to this song.