How the Chaos Started

Welcome to the Twisted Tunes Terror Fest, the annual noise complaint nobody asked for. Monsters, mummies, and werewolves with questionable musical talent — all on stage, all too loud. And me? I warned you… but you still showed up. So buckle up, you’re in it now.

Who wouldn’t want to spend their evening listening to a werewolf butcher classic rock or watch a mummy unravel mid–guitar solo? This wasn’t just a concert. This was the concert nobody asked for, and yet… here you are, stuck in the front row.

Multiple stages roared at once. Roadies carried amps twice their size. Fan clubs fought for merch drops. Critters crawled across wires. Even the trash collectors had fangs. Everything was alive, everything was loud, and everyone was annoyed — especially the residents down the street.

The Lineup

Monster Bands – So terrifying they’ll make you question your life choices and your taste in music.

Boneheads & Skulls – They don’t just play instruments; they are instruments. Ever seen a ribcage used as percussion? You will.

Creepy Critters – Didn’t buy a ticket, but they’re here anyway, moshing underfoot and chewing through the cables.

Food Trucks – Because nothing screams “rock festival” like sentient snacks refusing to be eaten.

From Stage to Store

As the last notes of our monstrous rock concert fade into the night, the Misfits don’t go home — they climb onto tees, hoodies, hats, and stickers. Every scream, every broken string, every food truck chase is frozen in bold comic ink, waiting for you to wear it.

The Show Never Ends

When the amps finally blew and the last guitar string snapped, the crowd stumbled off into the night. But Twisted Tunes Horror Fest isn’t just a one-night noise complaint — it’s the annual spark that sets the Misfits loose for the rest of the year.

The Boneheads didn’t crawl back to their graves. The Critters didn’t slink back into the shadows. The Monsters didn’t vanish with the smoke machines. Instead, they spilled into their own realms — each dragging their chaos with them.

Some form pit crews and build racecars they should never be trusted with. Others wander into the woods and stir up witches who should’ve stayed asleep. And then there are the critters… always gnawing, crawling, plotting, and biting into trouble where they don’t belong.

This was just the opening act.
The rest of the year? That’s the Misfits on tour — a rolling carnival of bad ideas, bizarre adventures, and questionable decisions.

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