We are Her MajestyImagine a dimly lit stage - a single spot light shines down, and emerging from the darkness, there emerges a thunderous boom, a crack on the drums. The cacophony of sound breaks the preshow chatter from the crowd.
Lights flash, accompanied by an eruption of guitar. Suddenly the floor shakes and you feel the sonic propulsion of a deafening bass resounding in your chest. The room falls silent and you realize that you are holding your breath.
Your ears perk up, strainging against the absence of sound. You wait the measure of a few heartbeats, and then, from the corner of the stage, you see her appear and then you hear it-- a snarl, a whisper, a scream; a voice with rasp and clarity echoes down the aisles and chills tear down your spine.
We are spawned from the gods of rock and roll.
Prepare to have your senses aroused.
We are Her Majesty,
Your musical mistress –
Let the new monarchy begin….
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