This is what happens when a pile of old 1960's B horror movies sublimate into a rock n' roll band which is then joined by an 8-bit nintendo orchestra and then armed with shotguns? I lived in a cage. A dry, fecal soaked, sub-human cage...that is until i was blessed with the music of Egon Strangler. The ecclectic mix of insanity and genius is one to drive even the most enlightened man to mad. I quote the great philosopher Plato when i say " Egon Strangler is the metaphysical incarnation of severe pain and absolute pleasure conjoined in a cacauphony of post-exisstential bliss." So, if you still wish to be one of the quivering pink tentacles attached aimlessly to the horde, then by ALL means, deny yourself the brilliance that is Egon Strangler and continue existing in a state of vapid and infinite chaos.