[Intro single 909 kick drum, 180 BPM. Four beats. A distorted synth bass enters, low, rumbling. A breakbeat stutters, glitches. Spoken word, shouted, processed],[Spoken word:] "In 1994, something broke. The wall between the rave and the pit collapsed. And from the rubble crawled something with a 909 for a heart and a distorted guitar for a voice. This is that sound." [Verse 1 full assault. Breakbeats at 180 BPM. Distorted synth bass. Guitar feedback, samples. Vocals screamed, processed, chopped.]* Atari Teenage Riot in Berlin, '92 Hanin Elias and Alec Empire, what they'd do Took the rave and the punk and mixed them in a blender The result was war, and they were the surrogate surrender Digital hardcore, the sound of a system crashing Samples of politicians, distortion, breakbeats bashing The future wasn't analog, the future wasn't clean The future was a computer having a nightmare on a screen [Pre-Chorus tempo pushes to 190 BPM. Breakbeats intensify. Vocals become more frantic.]* Can't stop won't stop, the machine is alive The 909 is pumping, the distortion will rise This isn't music, this is data on fire This is the sound of the system expire [Chorus peak intensity. All elements at maximum. Vocals shouted, layered.]* This is rave-punk, this is the break The hardware burns for goodness' sake This is rave-punk, this is the glitch The computer screams, the walls will twitch This is rave-punk, this is the blast The rave and the pit, together at last This is rave-punk, 180 BPM The future is noise, let it in [Verse 2] EC8OR in Cleveland, 1996 Breakbeat rage, politics, the fix Carl Russo understanding that the Midwest knew That anger and rhythm were the same thing, true The Prodigy in the UK, "Firestarter" and more Keith Flint screaming from the dancehall floor Punk kids didn't know what to do with the beat But their bodies knew, their bodies moved their feet [Pre-Chorus] The walls are shaking, the speakers bleed The only thing that matters is the speed and the greed For more, for faster, for louder, for now The rave-punk vow [Chorus] This is rave-punk, this is the break The hardware burns for goodness' sake This is rave-punk, this is the glitch The computer screams, the walls will twitch This is rave-punk, this is the blast The rave and the pit, together at last This is rave-punk, 180 BPM The future is noise, let it in [Bridge music pulls back to just 909 kick and distorted synth bass. Breakbeats drop out. Spoken word, processed, echoed.],[Spoken word:] "In 1997, DHR released 'Delete Yourself.' The cover was a computer screen. The music was a computer screaming. The punks didn't understand. The ravers didn't understand. But the kids who grew up with both—the kids who loved the pit and the kids who loved the all-nighter—they understood. They knew that rebellion in the digital age wouldn't sound like 1977. It would sound like 2000. It would sound like feedback and breakbeats and the 909 never stopping. Never. Stopping." [Breakbeats re-enter, building.]* [Breakdown/Solo section. Pure digital chaos. Breakbeats stutter and glitch. Synth bass distorted beyond recognition. Guitar feedback swells. Samples of politicians, news broadcasts, corrupted. 24 seconds of controlled noise.], [Breakbeats glitch, stutter, repeat.],[Synth bass rises, filter sweep, distortion max],[Guitar feedback swells, multiple layers],[All elements together, chaos peaks, then cuts] [Verse 3] Today the sound is everywhere, in every phone you hold Digital hardcore in your pocket, ready to unfold Death Grips in California, MC Ride and Flat Race Proving that the noise will never be replaced Machine Girl, sewerslvt, the new generation Taking the sound and spreading through the nation The rave and the pit, married at last The future is now, the future is fast [Pre-Chorus] Can't stop won't stop, the machine is alive The 909 is pumping, the distortion will rise This isn't music, this is data on fire This is the sound of the system expire [Chorus] This is rave-punk, this is the break The hardware burns for goodness' sake This is rave-punk, this is the glitch The computer screams, the walls will twitch This is rave-punk, this is the blast The rave and the pit, together at last This is rave-punk, 180 BPM The future is noise, let it in [Drop: band begins to break down. Breakbeats glitch, stutter, fall apart. Synth bass oscillates, detunes. Guitar feedback howls. Vocals become fragmented, repeated]* Never stopping never stopping never stopping— The machine the machine the machine— 909 909 909— Break break break— [Break:],[Spoken word:] "In 2020, the rave went online. The pit went online. Everything went online. But the beat... the beat stayed in the body. Waiting. For the rooms to reopen. For the speakers to bleed again." [Outro guitar feedback fades. Single 909 kick drum, four beats, slowing down—180, 160, 140, 120. Stops.],[Spoken word:] "Class dismissed.—Turn it off. Or, don't! Doesn’t matter, —the machine *'never really'* stops."
