One guy has on boxing gloves. His Power Trip shirt is tucked into some gym shorts. I think there's a mouthguard in his mouth. This is a few days before Halloween, so the whole ensemble is presumably a costume. But it's functional, too. Because this guy is just out here punching the shit out of everyone. So is everyone else. It's just a room full of motherfuckers whomping each other and then occasionally pausing for long enough to group-yell some lyrics about killing cops. The camera barely even catches any of the dudes in the band, but that's just good filmmaking. Watching what's happening in that room is like watching The Raid, if all the people in The Raid were having the time of their lives -- and maybe, hopefully, surviving.