When the music's over...
An empty stage materializes. A phantom light breaks through the misty unknown, dividing darkness. A solitary orb settles upon the elevated, dusty old floorboards. Nothing has past, no one is present. Suddenly, flares of crimson punch through the density. “Yea, c’mon” A wily metallic chatter descends from the rafters, followed by a sonic vibration below. The instance plays on, resurrecting in the forsaken vacancy. The beast draws its breath, and then it happens. With a scream from the nether declaring “We are here”, all pistons are ablaze. A neon electric frequency cracks open the air, letting loose howling demons from another world. And so begins our excursion through voice and madness, isolation and deformity, desolation and obscurity, truth and pain, and the space in between. The doors of perception are open. The cascading noise speaks, “When the music’s over…” It beckons curiosity. It speaks again “When the music’s over…” It demands attention. “When the music’s over…” The reci...