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Riff Carnivore was born in the furnace — a backroom ritual gone wrong where a condemned guitarist offered his body to the Gibson in exchange for immortality. Now he exists as a towering predator: one half scarred, long-haired savage with eyes like cigarette burns, the other half living Les Paul carved from obsidian wood and bleeding gold hardware, strings threading through muscle, pickups embedded in bone, exhaust pipes venting steam from his spine. He prowls underground amp cathedrals and illegal venue crypts, a wicked god who plays solos that sound like executions and leaves everyone who witnesses him branded by fear and awe.
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Tracy Bailey