Let it be known that my engine goes from 0 to 130 beats per minute in less time than it takes a juice-head to return to Karma. But before I beast out my sets, I must do three things:
1. Review "The Gun Show" for inspiration.
2. Shotgun a Muscle Milk.
3. Blast the house beats.
When I want house music, I want a relentless bass kick that beats any inkling of trepidation into submission. Whether I'm pumping my fist or triple-stacked barbells, I need the positive reinforcement so often found in the vocals of these tissue-tearing bangers. When I shred muscle, I want the lead singer to tell me I'm worth every ounce of whey that I've shoved down my esophagus, and I need redundant synthesizers to test the limits of my testo-stamina. And, of course, I want 'roid-rattling beats to massage my inflated sense of manliness. LET'S GO.