TNT Jackson; subversive Beats reverberate through the room, it cracks, whines and screeches, but most all, it really grooves. Three people stand on stage. One is crawling up the wall while smoking a cigarette. One is smashing his guitar. The third is sitting on the floor singing into the microphone while pointing into the air with his index finger. All are wearing the same uniform and all have armbands with the letters T, N and T on them. Unmistakably, its TNT Jackson.
