In an odd way, drill music’s braggadocious rage and violent musings put me at ease. The thundering bass, up-tempo hi-hats, and aggressive prose call my body into action while simultaneously clearing my mind. It is unfiltered- there is nothing between my ear and the artist. The attitude is infectious, and the symptoms of this infection are a stank face and a steady bop. If you get it, you get it. If you don’t, well, then you don’t.