Four white crosses projected on thin silk curtains draped in front of the stage slowly began to turn upside down. An eerie electric guitar riff echoing through massive speakers behind the curtain acted as a soundtrack to the descent into hell that awaited the sold-out Slayer crowd Tuesday evening at the Bomb Factory.

the horde raged below in front of the stage, the heartbeat of Slayer’s music, surging, surfing and moshing with the screaming wails of King’s flame-tattooed guitar. A Dallas Morning News freelance writer disappeared below to talk with some in the horde. He was never seen again.

Review: Slayer at the Bomb Factory 6/19/18 | Dallas Observer