Live at 1880 Ice House

From the chasm of sound and shadow rises The Luminous Rift, bearers of electric prophecy and thunder-sung hymns, their chords unfurling like serpents of fire through the veil of the mundane.
With them, The Deadbeats emerge—echoes from the bones of forgotten saints—conjuring rhythms that shake the dust from sleeping angels.
8 to 11 o’clock, where the veil is thin and the music divine, come drink from the chalice of the ineffable.
Let the night awaken what lies dormant in your soul.