Rumor has it that rock and roll is dead. Ha! Well if it is, then we are its lurching undead – vengeful wraiths animated from the primordial gloop of mischief and lust left behind when its corpse was carried away.
We invite you to indulge, for a moment, in our reality. Transcend the existential ruin of the information age and embrace pure superstentialism. Come hurl thunderbolts and run amok across the world’s face with us. Embrace the riotous celebration and join the bacchanal. We will shake our fists at the heavens, and turn every dive into a cathedral dedicated to the long lost gods of rock. We will burn and blaze until we are gone or until they return.
Not a bad way to spend an evening, all in all.
Photo by Photography by Maurice