That buzz snap of static and peel of feedback may sound sloppy but it's designed to get your attention. To call the proceedings to order. That's the quarter inch plugging into the Orange and the blissful wall of distorted fuzz that emerges is a type of sonic brain scrub that leaves me exhausted and clean. I've always said that making noise with The Chemical Spray is both an act of sacrifice and sabotage. Sacrifice of our tawdry souls at the altar of our passions on stage. Sabotage of your gentle mind, dear listener, as we scrape away your dreams for the night and leave you with the ringing confusion of your palpable heartbeat.