Back in the early 90s, there used to be these pretty cool poetry slams (held at a local strip bar, no less) that were organized by one of the Kansas University faculty members. She and her co-conspirators would often arrange strange performance art pieces between the poets, so as to keep a variety of things happening, and the events had a surprising amount of energy. One of the best pieces I saw was created by the professors from the fine arts department. It involved dry ice, and metal bowls or other objects that would make horrible groaning and whining noises as a result of the vibrations caused by contact with the dry ice. They stood there and performed their bit, much as an indie rock band would perform their most popular song, with a bit of rock-star gesturing thrown in, and then left to a good bit of applause. And the only reason I'm telling you this story is because the racket they made was quite similar to the guitar break in this song. Sweden's Shoutless made several fine singles and an LP or two, but this one is the most brutal. My favorite little moment on this 45 is that little bit of Eastern guitar riff that comes in after the guitar break. As if anything could posssibly seem threatening after THAT.