My office used to be an elevator shaft in my building's past life as a factory. It had very strange acoustics. The dance music from above reverberated against it's brick walls and the bouncing sound waves crashed against my cranium making it very difficult to get any work done. One night I finally snapped and in a rage I hoisted up my very large speakers toward the ceiling and blasted my most extreme music (Brutal Truth to be precise).

I also had a large roll of raw canvas for paintings that I pole vaulted repeatedly against the ceiling in a frothing rage. I'm sure I looked almost exactly like the images here.

Yeah, there was no slow buildup of arms here. I went straight for the musical nukes with Brutal Truth! Ironically, I think it was probably the Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses album.