The fear the tension the hate. That's jail life and your music is a roaring release from all that. You sure can yell! In the dungeon like stone and steel environment your voice sounds like the voice of Satan himself! In fact a cult springs up around you. Your band are the high priests. You get all sorts of favors from the other inmates. Ass. Blowjobs. All sorts of cigarettes and drugs. Hell you have a loaded handgun under your bunk. You have become the second most powerful person in the prison with only the warden over you. You order the guards now.