It's all about changing the atmosphere.

It's about enveloping sounds; deep, emotional sounds that are often breathtakingly beautiful but not always pretty, but always meaningful. Sounds that reflect dedication, passion, hard work, and talent; sounds that at the same time reflect an awareness of a world in which fewer and fewer people care about those things. Sounds that transcend a dedicated listener to another world, where viral videos aren't the extent of what people share with each other, where the best performer is judged on his own work and not his reproduction of others', where Internet drama-queens would be judged mercilessly and shamed into obscurity as we are by them.

Yet they are sounds created in desperate emotional response to that blight, an uncontrollable visceral response, words and notes and screams and sounds that are desperate to be heard, in an ever increasingly vain search for truth, peace, fulfillment, and love.

It is also the unbridled joy of the rare and fleeting perfect moment, where science and emotion, the real and the ethereal, beauty and darkness, the left brain and the right brain suddenly all lock into perfect proportions and become more than the sum of their parts, sending a chill through those who experience it, or making tears of joy appear on ever-more-necessarily guarded eyes.

It is the difference between those who can make music and those who must make music. It is raw, unafraid emotion, at the same time empathic to those who don't get it, who will never get it, and advancing an obscene gesture to those who demand a less engaging, less enveloping, less thought-provoking kind of thing that they, tragically, also call music. It may be the quietest, most gentle and inviting environment; it might be a dark wall of pain that must be shared to achieve closure; hope expressed with crashing drums and a screaming, longing guitar melody; or the sounds of violence that hopelessly try to mask another portion of the heart dying.

It is about a fight to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with art produced without passion, music created to attract the largest audience possible, people who divide instead of unite, and to do so whether or not we come out on top. It's about sometimes having to take the hard road, about sometimes having to lie so the truth can be heard, about imperfect beings struggling with terrible choices. It's about how so often, the solution to a problem is to become part of the problem. It's about a sound that reminds us where we've been, and tries to take us to a place where everything is better.

It is about man's struggle with the intolerant, the ignorant, and the class wars of the masses. It is a study of the outcast diaspora, of minorities and victims that haven't been defined by those from whom we get our opinions. It is a daily struggle in a world where the lazy, the stupid, and the politically-correct have been crowned kings and queens of over-analyzed demographics. It is the journey of those who can't help but to wear their heart on their sleeve, and the people who think it's somehow an accomplishment to break it. It is the courage to stand tall in the face of these things and fight to provide a better alternative.

This sound is a gateway to a better place, if even only for a few short moments.