Musical qualities aside, it is so goddamned loud it almost kills him- Neal Stephenson
Scientists who have made a pledge to marry art with precision and the cold, hard facts of time and space. Calculating the decibels needed to call forth the dark forces of the primeval Earth. Where the laboratory and black altar of the Old Ones meet, and propel us ever outward to the edges of the universe. We wear the mantle of Sagan's engineers. The transistors that make up this wall of fuzz were forged in the hearts of exploding stars. We pay homage to them. This is a gamma burst against superstition. This is for exploration! This is for science! Marked to forever charge the air with electric currents, carrying the message, "the cosmic forces have found you guilty. Our bearers have come to obliterate you." There will come a time when all men and women will fall before the sound of antimatter manifested. Yet the question remains, do you know where your towel is?