The guitar screamed like an angel who had just discovered why it was on the wrong side.
The sound that emerged was like burning black velvet in a windowless room.
It rang like an iron bar dropped on a library floor at midnight.
It made you want to kick down walls and ascend the sky on steps of fire. It made you want to pull all the switches and throw all the levers and stick your fingers in the electric socket of the Universe to see what happened next. It made you want to paint your bedroom wall black and cover it with posters.