Behold, a new offering. As thousands of Sleep Token‘s New York Worshippers sauntered their way into Brooklyn’s Barclays Center on Monday night (Sept. 22), it was striking how diverse many of Vessel and Co.’s loyalest followers were.

There were the truly devout: those doused in ethereal black cloaks, fishnets, lace, masks and sparkling jewelry (I watched as one especially pious fan was forced to exit and re-enter the metal detector four times, handing off more and more gold jewels to the security guard as she went). Then there were the tattooed 30-somethings, the gothic couples decorated in matching black lipstick and jet-black hair, the fans in button-up shirts and shined shoes who had clearly just come from work, and the Gen X husbands-and-wives with their angsty teen children, eager to

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