Torture weren't supposed to be there. They're not a festival band. They're barely a band at all. Torture are the project of one guy, a young Chicago multi-instrumentalist who calls himself K.K., and he just added a couple of touring musicians. They only played their first show a few months ago. Their chug-splat music is almost comically unfriendly. They make statements against warfare on a global scale while encouraging you to beat the motherfuck out of your friends while they beat the motherfuck out of you -- a strange tension that shouldn't work but does. And now, K.K. is up onstage in sunny Los Angeles, making chug-splat music for thousands of people, standing up behind his drums and yelling into his Janet Jackson-ass headset mic: "This is your last fucking chance! I don't give a fuck! Side to side! Front to back! I don't give a fuck! Kill someone! Hurt someone!"