Perverse Rock Fest Perverse Family -

Smoke rolled like a red apology. Confusion rippled, then eagerness. In the middle of the chaos, the Perrys grinned with the satisfaction of prophets. “Everything’s perverse tonight,” Reg said, as if the universe had always aimed to endorse them. The festival's organizer—a woman named Cass who wore a map of her own life as a trench coat—embraced the disorder and announced an impromptu “Family Set”: a line-up where festival-goers could step up and play a song about their family.