Altony

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When Al took lead, he would stretch to the farthest reaches of rhythm. At one point, the others could follow no further, and had no choice but to pull back and give him a couple unadulterated minutes, free from time signatures. 

- Book I, T-Minus

Altony spits while he talks, drenching his drum kit in sweat, ambiguous grease, and palpable anger. He represents Jonny’s id, his animalistic expression, existing to battle Lucky’s uneasy ego, and balance Isleda’s unachievably high standards. Possesing all the etiquette of a rabid gorilla in a squeezed cage, Al unleashes his impatient aggression on the band, which undoubtedly creates a hostile work environment, but undeniably provides the perfect percussive presence they need.

The loudest and biggest instrument in the room, Altony demands space and respect as the heartbeat of band practice. The abrasive edge that Altony brings to the woodshed is the necessary drive for the band to leave consciousness and reason behind to unite over the feeling of the music that’s bigger than each of their individual instruments. Altony functions purely on instinct, and his aggressive tunnel vision fueled by musical desire that is the core of his talent. 

“I’m talkin’ over my problems with an imaginary band. I think I’m losin’ the fuckin’ grip.”

“Losin’ it? Nah. You made different, kid. Hard to kill, hard to die.” Altony snorted half a laugh. “A weaker man would’a crumbled at meetin’ me!”

- Jonny to Altony, Book I