In the swirling chaos of Valhalla’s dim-lit cavern, as the air grew thick with the musk of anticipation, Electric Tapestry emerged from the shadows like specters summoned by the siren call of distortion. Aaron’s fingers danced on the guitar strings, Alex thumped the bass like a heartbeat in overdrive, Pau´ls drums sliced through the haze like a banshee’s wail, while Aaron´s, Nick’s and Geoffs’s guitars dueled in a cacophony of cosmic chaos.
The crowd, drenched in sweat and intoxicated by the promise of sonic transcendence, surged forward with a primal hunger, their eyes ablaze with the fervor of the damned. Electric Tapestry, a congregation of madmen, each wielding their instrument like a weapon of mass seduction, conjured a tempest of sound that reverberated through the very fabric of reality.
Nostalgia Sick, a haunting invocation to the ghosts of bygone days, echoed through the hall like a lament for lost innocence. Nightshift, a frenetic journey through the depths of the nocturnal abyss, set the crowd’s souls ablaze with frenzied abandon. And then came St. Kilda, a dirge for the damned, a hymn to the forsaken, as the band delved deeper into the dark recesses of the human psyche.
But it was Outer Space that truly transported the audience to realms unknown, as Electric Tapestry unleashed a sonic supernova that shattered the boundaries of time and space. With each note, each riff, they beckoned the listener to join them on a journey beyond the confines of mortal existence, into the infinite expanse of the cosmos.
And as the final chord reverberated into the ether, leaving nothing but silence in its wake, Electric Tapestry stood triumphant, their souls aflame with the ecstasy of creation. For in that fleeting moment, they had transcended mere mortals and become something more – something immortal, something eternal 
