Aw, man. This one time, not at band camp, think my neighbors listened to pump up the jams for like three weeks straight. It isn't dubstep, but I was about to become a full fledged arsonist. Got so bad, my bowel movements were moving to the music. Now every time I hear: "Pump it up, pump up the jams, pump it, pump it" I wanna shart myself in like three different languages.