What can I say about Sonic Suicide Squad except for noise vomit. They call themselves experimental and I guess that means they just experiment in front of a live audience instead of actually practicing beforehand in their death dungeon. S cubed is composed of three band members, a saxophone player, a drummer, and a fellow on the ones & twos. The crowd was sparse, and I wasn’t surprised—who would pay  money to endure such ear pain? Some words that came to mind as I cringed my way through the show was, awful, horrible, painful, nightmare, headache, and drugs. Maybe the band was on drugs? Maybe one must be on drugs in order to appreciate such torment? The name is quite fitting: Sonic, as in the speed of sound, and Suicide, as in what you want to commit when watching this band. I can see how the saxophone might qualify them as that hard to listen to new age jazz sound, but it was just all over the place, loud and random. Then, paired with loud, banging, banging, loud drums, on top of turntables playing sound effects out of a horror film. There was no melody, no pattern, and no enjoyment on my part. However, once it was all over, I heard one guy next to me say that the band gave him the chills, and another guy went up to the band and told them it was awesome…