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The crowd roars like a lion and Krakatoa emerges victorious!  Valerie presses her fingers down on the piano repeatedly, in a rhythmic manner.  Frenzied at times, her hands remind you of tomahawks.  Jason picks up his drumsticks, holds them momentarily and then begins to strike them against cymbals, against drums, everything.  Glendon watches, waits, appear contemplative, and then raises his bow to the strings perched patiently atop the violin.  The bow glides across the strings and a sound is made.   Ted touches his fingers to the strings of his bass, gently, often vigorously.   A noise is made every time.

When you are listening to Krakatoa, you will hear all of thses sounds.  Your ears will collect the sounds and translate them into coded messages bound for the brain.   Your brain will decrypt the messages and formulate a response.  Krakatoa will give you a feeling.  They guarantee it.

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