“This,” Hobart had told the class, “is so rudimentary, so unencumbered by the traditions that have come before it, that it almost strains the notion of what constitutes art. The Fangs simply throw their own bodies into a space as if they were hand grenades and wait for the disruption to occur. They have no expectations other than to cause unrest. It is, if you are one of the few to witness it firsthand, deeply unsettling because of how little the Fangs seem to care about the psychic and sometimes physical pain that accompanies their performances.”
