The first 16 seconds of “Sixteen” are everything you need to know about the Stitches. Mike Lohrman counts off, sounding oddly alone, the room echoing behind him. The song lurches: raw, ragged, as low and slow as a B-17 bomber. But before you can finish the thought, theyve jumped a beat ahead. “Sixteen” revs up and then doubles over itself. Its all those months of speed and strangling boredom…….you know the rest of the story…