Jimmy, a guy who lived mostly on caffeine and cigarette smoke, looked up from a stack of floppy disks. "What is?"
The familiar synth intro started, but then the "Graham Bootleg" kicked in. Jimmy’s eyes widened as the floor began to vibrate with a frequency that felt like it might loosen teeth. Jimmy started nodding, then jumping. By the time Jimmy Pop's vocals hit the chorus, the tiny studio was a one-man mosh pit.
"The Discovery Channel vibe! It’s begging for more... grit. More dirt."