SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a pulse in your chest, driving you downwards into the depths. The broken synths slice through the air, each note a piece of reality shattered. You're consumed in the turmoil, your soul vibrating in syncopation with the inferno of sound. The crowd around you are hypnotic, their faces contorted in a mania. There's no escape