I think it’s telling when fans gleefully rejoice that they’re off to get their faces melted when about to see a band. It’s quite a visual.
And in the case of Joe Preston under the moniker of Thrones, it’s utterly true. Pummeled by this heavy, massively detuned noise, faces melted and ran like ice cream in the hot sun. Mountains crumbled. Worlds imploded. Galaxies spawned and died in an instant.