Apocalypse Rave Culture invites the defiant to find blessed beauty in even the bleakest bid good night. Kiss farewell your lover as this world decays in dulcet tones of rust and concrete, but rejoice—for reunion is there, on the other side. Let Eve be your Charon, madeofants your ferry. Come. Cross boldly the river Acheron and dance in the waters of Lethe, forgetful of all Stygian hates...this is the rest of rebellion. John Martin painted Pandemonium with oil—Detroit's best goth selectors spin the mortar of music. Let this fruitful flow of siren song soak you through with towering thunder, subverting the intent of the powers of this world, and with us all declaim: Better to rain in hell. As we tear heaven asunder.