At this point, at this exact moment, a man enters the stage. A man enters the stage and the man has a gun. Big Guns is the prickling at the back of your neck, the faint taste of blood on your teeth, the could-be sounds of a strange figure in the semi-darkness. The YouTube clip you hope doesn't load but can't help watching. Privacy. Pornography. Flat-pack furniture. Big Guns is violence. Against others. Against ourselves. It's paranoia. It's a society living in fear. It's the moment just - before.