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Saturday, September 20, when the clock strikes 9:00 PM, reality will detune a half-step and collapse into four hours of blistering distortion, unapologetic anthems, and sweat-fueled solidarity. Endless, Nameless is here to throw a sonic wrench into your weekend—and it’s glorious.

Expect:

- A tsunami of distortion so heavy it might open a portal to 1993

- Riffs so heavy they might bend gravity

- One drummer. Two sticks. Infinite fury

- Basslines rumbling straight into your ribcage

- Deep cuts. Deeper vibes. Possibly astral projection

- That moment when strangers become a chorus and the lights blur just right

Whether you were born too late or never left the ‘90s, this night is for you.

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⚡ Come ready. Come loud. Come weird—but not too weird… we’ve got that covered.