This is an actual photo I took last Thursday of what I look like when I listen to Squarepusher.
As you can see, my entire head resolves itself, from its present boisterous ugliness, into a smooth, rather featureless any-man face. Instead of 'sploding around at random, all my neurons line up in ordered pulses, firing perfect parabolas of blue light across my mindspace. Thoughts that had been difficult, messy constellations of half-formed ideas become easy vector equations. Emotions retreat from being behavior-interfering tokens of my brutish animal nature, into pure, Platonic ideals of emotions that I am free to consider from the abstract height of rational intellect--as though I were picking up interestingly-made chess pieces and turning them over for signs of craftsmanship.Read the rest over at NOISEY.