Cover your ears or bask in the blare. Miami avant-skronkers Harry Pussy, Rat Bastard, and Tom Smith's To Live and Shave in L.A. have launched an audacious aural assault on the senses. But is anyone out there listening?
He moves on to the recorder, then to the kalimba. The bar reverberates with King Felix's bizarre, futuristic music. Several patrons become transfixed, carried away by the hypnotic performance. Blue Steel has fallen under a spell.
The King fades to a close. His newfound fans pause, unsure whether he's finished, then burst into heartfelt applause. The couple on the couch stop making out long enough to join in the tribute.