Inside a windowless warehouse in industrial Vernon, Alfred Brown IV got repeatedly punched in the face.
Spittle dripped from his mouth, and his jaw crunched under the hail of fists. Someone in Doc Martens boots kicked his head to the ground and stepped on his skull, grinding Brown’s face into the floor. To finish him off, the assailants picked him up, shirtless and heaving, and threw his body into a pile atop a stained mattress.
“That was great,” Brown said, a little dazed, catching his breath and picking himself up from the floor. “Now I want the girls to come up front and get really violent with this one.”
Brown’s punk band Dangers...