As the wretched season relentlessly drags on, My herald embarks on a journey to the Fox Cabaret, a venue that dares to promise a delectable offering for My insatiable consumption.
The supplicants summoned forth this evening are of top-notch quality, allowing My herald to venture into the night with a faint glimmer of satisfaction, for there is little chance I will remain unsated.
The potential offerings available tonight, handpicked from the musical abyss, are as follows:
THE BRAHMANKIND
CHEAP FLAVOR
FELISHA & THE JAZZ REJECTS
These entities, obedient to their malevolent purpose, have repeatedly laid delicious offerings at My feet. Tonight, I demand no less. In fact, with such a quality venue as the host, I anticipate all three to rise to the occasion, for this gathering has the potential to vie for the coveted title of show of the year.
Of course, this assumption rests on the condition that all three provide Me with the manic energy that emanates only from feeble humans flailing on the dance floor—the only sustenance that satiates My insatiable appetite.
Do your meager duty, Fox Cabaret. Fulfill your sacrificial obligations. Make My herald MOVE, and let the chaotic energies of torment resonate through the very foundations of your venue.