Last March a coup was staged at New York's CBGB. Quietly, quickly, with a minimum of fuss and just about zero publicity, a serious-looking man stepped onstage to plug his tiny white laptop into the PA system. The Strokes lookalikes in the audience must have been confused--was he, like, an accountant or something? But any befuddlement quickly gave way to panic once a brief squeak of feedback erupted into a 30-minute onslaught of distorted basslines and heavily processed squalls of noise. And just when the racket was reaching deafening decibels, the audio crashed to a halt. The man packed up his computer and... More >>>