Perceptisonic Lag
the amount of time, at a live performance by a popular band, between the beginning of a song and the beginning of the wave of applause signifying that the audience has realised which song is being played.
a: man, the perceptisonic lag on that song was huge… did those idiots not know what they were listening to?
b: they did play it pretty different from the alb-m version…
a: yeah, i guess so. but i knew what it was.
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