Cymbals Eat Guitars

And The Hazy Sea - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Imagine a Fourth of July without the pyrotechnic industry blowing it. Sitting on your towel talking casually, “Hey it’s probably about dark enough for them to…” when BAM! Every single firework your town could muster together goes off. It’d be loud, bright and generally ridiculous. People would scream, duck, jump, point and just after all the parents have made sure their kids are safe it would be over. Dogs would be running amuck, people laughing in disbelief would exclaim, “Man! That was some…” and then BAM! It appears the next town over has pulled a sneak attack and donated their supply to the revolutionary show. The second mega explosion was just as startling as the first, but this time, people enjoy the incredible over stimulation of both ears and eyes, as they bask in the controlled chaos. And just as soon as it started, the night becomes quiet once again, with the crowd looking up in a humbled silence as the last fizzling ashes float down in the black sky.