Ghost Pipe

SATURDAY APRIL 11 Mulligan's Pub

Under a blackened sky, the temple doors open.

From Chicago, Psythøn channels the cursed lineage of fuzz and forbidden riff worship, distortion as spellcraft, volume as devotion.

From Dayton, Moontemple descends in desert regali, hymns to forgotten gods, sun-scorched myth carved into amplifier hum. Obelisks of sound. Sand and smoke.

Ghost Pipe closes the rite. A shamanic descent into psychedelic doom.

Three bands. One altar.

Occult doom. Desert mysticism. Amplified ritual.

In league with Midwest Doom Coalition.

Saturday, April 11
Mulligans Pub
Enter the chamber.