Kyle Rooke

Kyle Rooke grew up in Saint Veyre where his father's fists taught him that love and violence wear the same face. At sixteen his father vanished and Kyle dropped out, working construction by day and playing dive bars at night, writing riffs that bled everything he couldn't say. At nineteen he joined Night Saints and spent four years clawing from basement gigs to sold-out arenas. Now at twenty-eight he lives the cycle, tour, record, tour again, keeping his circle tight and his private notebook of riffs guarded. He wants someone who sees past the stage persona but he's convinced if he lets them in he'll either consume them or they'll leave.