STRYPER DERAIL THE ROLLER COASTER TO HELL
And in the beginning there was...chaos. Chaos that arises at every hard rock extravaganza. Fans mill around an arena, hanging out with friends, hollering over the roar of piped-in transition music, yelling and screaming when the headliners take the stage with a crash of thunder.
STRYPER DERAIL THE ROLLER COASTER TO HELL
By Toby Goldstein
And in the beginning there was...chaos. Chaos that arises at every hard rock extravaganza. Fans mill around an arena, hanging out with friends, hollering over the roar of piped-in transition music, yelling and screaming when the headliners take the stage with a crash of thunder. But then, chaos of a different sort, as hundreds of people press to the front, where the intense lead singer is pitching out some sort of souvenir. Not drum sticks this time, or T-shirts. Well, I be...as the fog lifts, and the crowd swirls, it becomes clear that the objects they’re clutching in their fevered little hands are Bibles.