Illicit screaming and an electric screech introduce "Legion" to The Plaza crowd. It's a crowd of ppl covered from head to toe in onyx black thrilled to kick and hit one another. They are Pounding and beating the harsh rhythms and screaming vocals of " Legion" into the floor until nothing is left of the bar but a drunken swarm. Thrashing and pulsating through the rhythms, the fans find anger and expression, which alone they could not express. Eagerly, wall flowers beg for this much enthusiasm in their monogamist lifestyles -- "Could I jump and thrash for a well written e-mail? I would trade my life for thier's if I was that happy to find a nice pair of shoes". The band is ripping through cords and beating out songs to match the audience's wild enthusiasm until all energy is expired and bodies are left throbbing for more.
