And they’re playing marches for the conquer’d and slain souls . By Abby Owens Illustration by Selin Ho A group of five or six 20-somethings stand before the crowd, swinging their arms in ape-like motion, hopping from one foot to the other like sumo wrestlers with no opponent but themselves. They begin violently do-si-do0-ing. Some members of the audience don’t know what the hell to make of it. One girl disentangles herself from another. Her face has gone red and she’s flaring