One thing I've noticed about Japanese versions of Western pursuits is that they don't do things half-arsed. Case in point: last night's sampling of what Fukuoka's underground metal scene has to offer. Those mad bastards rocked the fuck out of it. Some of them even brought real animal hearts on stage so they could smear themselves in blood before they started their sets. You wouldn't see those pansies down in Fibbers doing that, oh no.
Even the toddlers are in on the game. I met this gentleman and his mother outside where every now and then, he would treat the assembled crowd to complex drumming improvisations. The time signature changes were so fast and downright controversial that, to the untrained philistine, it might have sounded like he was just slapping away on the pavement, having a laugh. Not to these finely tuned-ears, though. No, this boy will go far.
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