I wasn't warned about the Miyoshi. If you repeatedly bashed a Chinese shi'tzu against a wall by it's ears while yowling lines from the Qu'ran for the first time, or gave a toddler with Aggressive Personality Disorder a hammer and a piano meanwhile strangling someone with a tape measure, we'd have repeated the Miyoshi performance. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Afterwards I check my vitals. No gushing blood from ears, my eyeballs are still in place, no uncontrollable vomitting or spleen explosions. I am surprised that the only effects that this so-called 'music' has created is a migraine and an intense fear of short-haired crazy violinists wearing halter-necks. I had my hands over my mouth - not only in shock - but to stop my inner self screaming out in tortured pain.
WHY? WHY? Why would anyone want to listen to this... this sporadic CATERWAUL, let alone PLAY IT? I think Mozart's bones just broke out into an epileptic fit. If you had to represent several simultaneous Strobe machines in the form of sound, you'd play Miyoshi. I think the fact I didn't run out in the middle of this terrorising performance was due to the fact it temporarily paralysed my legs. I hope Catie wasn't too terrorised either and made it home without collapsing from post-traumatic shock.
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