As yet another fleeting weekend spirals towards its inevitable conclusion, My herald is beckoned once more to the hallowed halls of Red Gate, where a sumptuous selection of offerings awaits to momentarily appease My insatiable hunger.
Having spent his weekend skulking in the shadows, avoiding the hateful glare of the sun, the nemesis of his kind, My herald eagerly anticipates the cool embrace of the evening air as he returns to the venue that so reliably provides Me with succulent and satisfying offerings.
Tonight, the stage is set with offerings that bear the weight of repetition:
REVEREND APE
FELISHA & THE JAZZ REJECTS
INFIDELITY
Familiar names, each having dutifully fulfilled their roles in the past, now stand ready to once again offer themselves to My divine hunger. Having borne witness to their performances on numerous occasions, My herald is well-prepared for the torrent of energy that shall consume Red Gate tonight.
I shall be satiated in My insatiable desire for the manic and frenetic energy that can only be derived from the convulsions and contortions of mortals upon the dance floor. Of this, there is no doubt.
Red Gate, heed My command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make My herald MOVE, make him writhe in agony and ecstasy, for his torment is but a prelude to the grandeur of My ascendance.