I put my hands to my ears, unable to believe what I was hearing.
Without exaggeration, it could only be described as the cacophonous din of hell.
What on earth was wrong with these people? The “singer” alternated between screaming and growling.
I couldn’t bear it a moment longer and ran upstairs, rushing outside into the street,
panting and shaking my head like a dog in an attempt to rid my ears of the sound.
Raymond followed shortly afterward. “What’s wrong, Eleanor?” he said, looking concerned. “Are you OK?”
I wiped the tears from my face. “That wasn’t music, that was... oh, I don’t know. The horror, Raymond! The horror!”
Raymond started to laugh, proper belly laughs (for which he was very well equipped), until he was actually bent over and struggling to breathe.
“Oh, Eleanor,” he said, wheezing. “I knew you weren’t a fan of grindcore! What the fuck were you thinking?”
He started giggling again. “I just wanted to see the venue, listen to a band,” I said.
“That such sounds could exist—it’s beyond human imagining.” Raymond had recovered himself.
Aye, well—what is it that they say?—try everything once, except incest and morris dancing. Maybe we should add death metal to the list, eh?
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