SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a pulse in your chest, driving you deeper into the vortex. The broken synths lacerate through the air, each note a piece of sanity shattered. You're lost in the maelstrom, your mind vibrating in syncopation with the inferno of sound. The crowd around you are possessed, their faces contorted in a mania. There's no escape.