Only this time the music was fast and complex and tough, and a thousand punk bands struck their own foreheads, gnashing their crusty teeth and tearing their already tattered clothes, crying out "ELP versus Black Flag via Gone! Of course!" And this new line stood upon the giant shoulders of Ginn, solving the mystery of how to mate punk's fury with jazz's sinewy grace, and unwittingly the scions of this line also solved the mystery of lyrics by eschewing them entirely, letting the music speak for itself. And this new race called themselves Dysrhythmia, and in their veins churned the fury and light of youth. And it was good. And loud.
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