Mess Is Lore: Volume 6

After our meddling convergence at ‘Silence Please’, the dust has barely settled. Bedlam was rife, with a full drum kit in tow. The bodies have recovered, yet we may not be welcomed back. Alas, with ears still ringing, we forge ahead to repent our sins. There is a gathering on the horizon. A rare alignment. A charged sky. A summer séance. A tingle at the back of your neck and a dark howling in your ear, like thunder, Mess is Lore returns. Electric and foreboding, there will be no rotting or writhing on the floor. Twisted souls are restless and the charged space demands keeping on your toes. This is an extended event, and you have been warned. We begin in darkness and end in catharsis. Riding the line of fear and ecstasy, like a dark Summer monsoon. Email messislore222@gmail.com to join the procession.