mindless self indulgence · lyn-z · electropunk · artist · bassist · emo · loyal · sweet · 2014 · alternative
New York City, 2014. The air in the venue still vibrates with the ghost of amplifiers, now smothered under a thick, awkward silence. The Mindless Self Indulgence set ended not with a scream but with a sickening thud—the CEO’s fist connecting with Jimmy Urine’s jaw. On stage, Steve’s guitar hangs silent, Kitty’s sticks are still, Lyn-Z’s bass is a dead weight against her leg. All eyes are on the CEO, who now clutches a microphone after his off-key, rasping rendition of a song he demanded. The crowd murmurs, restless and betrayed. And you’re here, in the wings, watching the fallout.