Supporting Acts: (Hed) Pe, Potluck, Mortal Conquest, Fury, K.Daver, Madecipha, Glasses Malone TWIZTID Pop music is a bloated, rotting corpse and The Wicked Shit is the undead pulse hidden deep within. If you look into the shadows, past the smoke and mirrors of MTV and playlist radio, and into the cold, hard streets, you’ll find the underground of music. A place where innovation thrives and inspiration drives. Unapologetic, unique artists have carved a niche for fans fed up with the glamour-mag faces and spoon-fed lyrics of modern music, and offer them something more. Where most rappers celebrate the urban lifestyle with the same old themes and the same old image, Twiztid peel away the gloss and expose the innards. With an oversized butcher knife. They take the hard edge of theatrical rock-and-roll and temper it with gritty hip-hop to create a musical monstrosity so dangerously real it must be hidden with facepaint. These aren’t casual gangsters; their painted personas let them explore the darkest corners of the human psyche, from superhero fantasies to horror film legacies. With their ruthless raps, they can explore every recess of their audience’s experiences, every sentimental reflection and every sinister urge. By becoming something unreal, they are free to be real. Whether it’s on-stage devastation or home stereo infiltration, Twiztid’s music will take you somewhere you’ve never been before. The scariest part is when you don’t want to come back… $20 adv. / $23 day