Blind Effect Tx

Covered in sweat, distortion, and pure sonic chaos.

Last night's metal set wasn't just loud—it was ritual.

I caught riffs that could summon storms and drum hits that felt like war cries.

They didn't play the stage—they possessed it.

If rebellion had a soundtrack, this band wrote the damn anthem.

I shot through fog, fury, and flying hair—every frame a hymn to the heavy.

Metal isn't just music. It's mythology in motion.

And I was there, lens locked, soul screaming.