Some people like to fire guns at targets. Some people jump out of planes. Some like to strangle themselves while they jerk off. Hotel Radio likes to put crushingly relentless Doom Metal icons Conan on a tiny boat on the Thames, secretly hope they turn it into dust within the first few bars, shaking all in attendance from they’re once-trusted roots and into the sea itself:
“HUNDREDS PULLED FROM WATER IN BIZARRE DOOM METAL DISASTER RITUAL”
As the load in began it became increasingly obvious that such a scenario might indeed warrant brain powered considerations; the magnitude of firepower being dragged up the ramp to the dock was triggering fight or flight instinct from deep within Hotel Radio’s quivering chromosomes… “What have you done!? There are actual human people coming here..! Mammalian bipeds..!” Fight instinct became a humiliating joke of coruscating impact upon sound-check. Flight was all that was left. Apologise, shut everything down. RUN! Even such thoughts as these became pale and scared the longer soundcheck went on. Apologising and shutting everything down was no longer on the table. Just slip away into the giant coffin of cowards that looms across the annals of history.