The crowd is bustling, the energy is high. I’m swaying in my seat, my mind buzzing as I prepare for the unknown. I’ve never been to a hypnosis show, I don’t even know if it’ll work. But David walks on stage in a blue velvet jacket and a slicked back mohawk, and I know he’ll take care of me, he’ll take care of all of us.

“I feel like a douchebag listening to it. It’s amazing. “

I find myself drawn to expressions of music that, whether consciously or not, seek to disrupt the com- placency that has long lay dormant in alternative mu- sic. For me, hardcore punk is the perfect place to find that.

Michael Cera owes us the truth…