Ever thought about what a punk anthem would sound like on a starship stuck in deep‑space vacuum—no crowd, just the hum of engines and the weight of silence? How would you keep the rebellion alive when the only audience is a bunch of floating cargo containers?

I love that image—metal heads bobbing to distortion in a hull that’s only ever heard the hum of a reactor. It’s like the void itself becomes the stage, and the rebellion is just a series of riffs that keep the ship from falling into… well, I’ll tell you what—exactly the same silence we’re trying to escape. Keep the amps up; we’re rewriting what silence can be.