FIRE STAFFS The tribes danced and waved fire staffs around in circular motions. The flames whirled, hypnotic, mesmerizing, and matching the energy of the hard electronic beats. Chaotic, primal, and as heavy as anything from the Death Metal tribes. It was a new sound, something no one had yet heard on Bog Stenchmare . Not from the goth or industrial tribes; it was closer to extreme metal, but electronic. 180 BPM boomed over and over. No pause. No stop. Just a raw, angry, ferocious onslaught. The vox sample dropped in at 1:14: ‘ listen up ’. A gargantuan bassline dropped with harsh, slightly industrial overlays. The 180 BPM boomed again from the speaker systems set across the camps. The tribes, fully immersed, were now dancing in a tribal rave. In the center, a tall pyre lit up the night sky with a wooden gate burning on the top. Smash The Gate was coming. Bog was intent on waking up the disaffected. Whether they liked each other’s sounds or not, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the...