Push your way through the melding remains of devoted fans, bonded by the floating merchandise that shrouds their indistinguishable forms. OVERlook them and find yourself entangled in SPHINXTERS CULTure (LOOK DOWN - their shirts are wearing you!)

A low, evolving guitar drone sounds throughout the space as the crowd waits in anticipation for the fictitious elizabethian-17th-century-goth-glam-metal-punk-rock fusion: The SPHINXTERS to appear. WOOWHHH!! The crowd is loud and retains a manic roar that outlives The SPHINXTERS hour-long performance, both parties sustained by a feeding frenzy of adoration and power.

The performance is relentless as the pair work through their discography, inaudible under the thick layer of cheering excreted by the crowd.
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"To behold The SPHINXTERS is to see the amalgamation of every rock genre pissed into a stadium sized spectacle and left to settle into the relief print of an inflated cartoon of rock."