-being the fourth (and final ?) in a series culled from found reviews of "needlessly antagonistic dance club CON VULS":
"Something is rotten in this embryonic project of percussion and machinery. Twice now CON VULS has tried and failed to stage a successful event. Fights marred one attempt, police inference another. Claims have been made that person or persons have disappeared while on the premises, others that certain 'clandestine frequencies' used during club hours are effecting customers strangely; tales of vomiting, of hallucinations. The very cohesion of the club and it's pretentions towards some kind of 'scene' seems to be devolving into shambles. When I left the last event of theirs a small fire had been started by the DJ booth (lighter fluid and toilet rolls), for all I know it burned the building to the ground. And if it didn't, maybe it should've done."
- Simon Wilde, ThrenodyMaker
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So glad to have been part of Con Vuls 4, although I must relate that whilst there I suffered from the most terrible visions, or hallucinations, during which time I passed out. I woke in a part of town I'd never been in before, in the hallway closet of a bungalow owned by a Mr and Mrs Beaudoin. I had lost the use of English, as my brain had short circuited, resulting in it defaulting to its most basic binary form of communication, that is to say, glossolalia. Over time, and with the proper treatment, I have regained the use of English for communication purposes. Can't wait for the next one!