The gentlemen of abrasive Pinellas County hardcore duo Arcade Inferno do not care that you might prefer something a little more easily digestible. They want to disturb you. They want to be an affront to what you might consider proper listening. They want to offer you the visceral, volatile thing they think you need, whether you want it or not. Preferably with saliva dangling, blood flowing, and various things breaking. In the comparatively short time the St. Pete duo has been around, they've managed to create a healthy buzz as much on the strength of the way they go smilingly about kicking an audience's head in (both metaphorically and literally) as on their schizoid, ADD-afflicted post-noise sound. It's refreshing, really — after seeing countless bands that want nothing more than to make you happy, how can a band that wants to make you angry while setting you free not be?
This article appears in Sep 25 – Oct 1, 2003.