Rust

Jimmy P stood motionless behind the set-up as the alien sound waves reduced the hapless club-loving humans into drones. He could see it happening. Some raver/b-boy with glow-sticks would be in the middle of his flamboyant dance routine and the face would change. Like he remembered someplace he had to be. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. It was just after Thanksgiving in the year of our Lord 2006 when it started - the Bay Area was the point of contact. The first indication that something was wrong took the form of widespread consumer complaints. Millions were returning music they had purchased with the same grievance. “This CD is defective.