Bruce Wayne is back, but is not yet ready to tangle with his psychotic replacement. He’s undergoing extensive training from the ninja-killer, Lady Shiva.
Chris Dyas, his pockets filled with facial expressions barely contained beneath a ball cap. Slightly self-deprecating and sarcastic, sadly cynical and smirky.
Standard ’80s rock juiced with ’90s punk sarcasm and energy, broken into 12 songs littered with hooks, humor, sneering, bubblegum, and junk culture overload.
Three people yell, two play bass, two play guitar, two play drums, all make nonsensical statements to the press as to the underlying meaning of existence.
Fans packed the Cyclorama to see and hear their tormented, beloved Trent scream, hiss, whisper, and howl out the pain and rage that comes with being alive.