You know that kickass feeling when you see a random fucker on the street wearing a band shirt of one of the most epic bands in the world, and you want to scream some lyrics and casually jump on them from the back and invade their personal space and just spaz the fuck out all over the place? 

Okay. Maybe that’s exaggerating it a bit. But if you’re reading this, you probably sympathize. 

Oh Dio, we’re just so deprived of awesome musical bonding in this sad, sad decade. Where have the little parking lot/coffee shop gatherings gone? That shit was priceless, and then a new world order swooshed in and shoved everyone inside the security of their little homes, and sat their asses in front of their screens, and told them to channel their lives into the world of virtuality. “VICARIOUS EXISTENCE IS A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME.” Yeah, you tell ‘em, Axl. Where did the spirit go? The music is still alive, pumping pure genius into our minds daily, but why the fuck does it just stay there and rust? Why do we find ourselves wishing we could travel back in time to the oldschool days, where people had the guts for rebellion and knew how to cure the fucking boredom we idiotically suffer from, from day to day? 

We won’t settle for this pitiful existence, even if the entire world already has. We’re still alive and ready to rock until our brain hemorrhages. Let’s make this happen, guys. Bring your friends, bring your acquaintances, bring some random metalheads off the streets, bring a music-blasting device and some REAL music. Let’s make this a habit, an escape, a niche, an inspiration. Let’s try to bring back something that’s truly fucking wonderful. Something that WE build, without societal restrictions and governmental guidance. We don’t need that shit in our lives.

Are you ready to rock, children of the night?