I seriously thought these were Prison Yard Speakers. As if we might humanize prisoners for a moment and play music for them. The murderers, the maniacs, the mentally divergent, the sociopaths and the media darlings. Can you imagine the spontaneous combustion of a scene from Soul Train on a prison yard? Even the White Aryan Resistance would boogie a little.
Then I thought the most unfortunate thought: the components of the speakers would be turned to shanks and garrotes in no time.
But the bloodbath would have a soundtrack. In some weird way. Like biological warfare through music.
Because, inside a cage, you make no peace with any animal hoping to move about freely.