WOG39: Per I’ve lagged back from life or I don’t understand something, but once, the most disgusting and hated sound, provoking fierce anger, was the sound of a five-inch drive trying to read the suddenly emerging bad sector, on a discette with a favorite game. The same "JJ-J-U-J" from whom I wanted to take a hammer and spread to the hell everything that comes in hand. A sound that only in the case of paranoid schizophrenia could be associated with the word “music.” And now... it’s called "Dabstep"...