WEDNESDAY, MARCH 29TH, 2017:
DOYLE TAKES THE STAGE AT THE V-CLUB IN HUNTINGTON. WEST VIRGINIA WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
Touring in support of the Abominator album, Doyle’s four-man crew destroyed innocence and blistered eardrums, laying waste to their instruments along the way.
Alex Story writhed his way through the set (while absolutely shredding his vocal cords).
The man may very well be the Jim Morrison of our time, with one notable exception. Jim is resting peacefully in Paris, but Alex is going to have to live forever. No self-respecting graveyard is going to take him (out of pure fear of what he’ll do to the other residents)…
Speaking of what people will do, Brandon Pertzborn should probably run a background check on himself.
It’s a distinct possibility he caught an assault charge tonight, because he beat the ever-loving piss out of his drum-set. Between the unholy onslaught of the drums and bass guitar, it’s a wonder that anybody made it out of the V-Club with their spleens intact.
Finally, the Beast Himself, Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein:
Doyle stomped across the stage like an enraged demon (and never missed a note the entire time). Screaming solos, grinding rhythm, or hellish noise, he coaxed every squeal, wail, and tortured groan imaginable out of his legendary Annihilator guitar by literally punching the shit out of it, and that, ladies and gents, is rock and roll!!!
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