In a grimy, graffiti-covered room, a noise punk's self-destructive tendencies collide with his sexual awakening. He sets up his equipment, a wall of amps and speakers facing him, and presses play. The sheer volume assaults his senses, the music's chaos mirroring his inner turmoil. As he screams into the microphone, he tears off his clothes, his body a canvas of ink and metal. The intense sonic feedback drives him to climax, his cock throbbing in time with the relentless noise, his orgasm a momentary escape from his self-imposed torment.