Sometimes, Members, nothing less than a full-on epic expulsion is required to right the might within. Neither gentle setting-aside, nor light toss, nor careful stowing will satisfy the urge to take a ham-fist full of your gnarliest jovean blammo bolts and hurdle them with intention at nothing in particular. And no need to be dainty about it; when chucking whatever bulbous matter biles your brain, make like contemporary professional tennis players and The Jesus Lizard’s David Yow alike: contort and yelp and grunt-scream simply to make the point of your hard work. Sure there’s the risk of looking like a flinging, flailing thrasher, but really, what’s more honest than Spaz-Core? So no need to hold back. This week, do the heave ho and jettison it onto the horizon.