The studio lights buzzed overhead as the crew made their final adjustments. Obsidian Saints were seated side by side on a leather couch, facing the sleek coffee table and bright cameras. A large screen behind them displayed the bold cover art of their debut album, Obsidian Saints, in metallic lettering that shimmered under the lights.
This was their first big interview—aired live across streaming platforms and scheduled for replay on several late-night shows. The host, Dana Rivers, was a well-known figure in music journalism. Sharp, eloquent, and brutally honest, she had a reputation for drawing out raw truths from even the most media-trained artists.
"All right, boys," Dana said, smiling as she checked her notes. "Are we live?"
The producer gave a thumbs-up.
Dana leaned forward with a charismatic grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Soundwired Sessions! Today, we're joined by the newest sensation shaking the core of heavy music—Obsidian Saints!"
Applause echoed from the small in-studio audience.
Rex nodded confidently, sitting in the middle with his usual composed demeanor. Ash lounged with an arm over the couch, Kai looked slightly tense but excited, and Silas—stoic and bald—drummed his fingers rhythmically on his knee.
Dana jumped right in. "Let's start with the obvious. Obsidian Saints, the album… it's explosive. Ten tracks of pure fury, technical precision, and emotional chaos. What was the vision behind it?"
Rex took the lead. "We wanted to make something that cuts through the noise. Something real. Heavy music has always been about truth, even if it's ugly."
Ash chimed in. "And adrenaline. Lots of that too."
Dana chuckled. "Well, you delivered both in spades. Tracks like 'Angel of Death' and 'Spit Out the Bone' aren't just loud—they're intelligent. There's thought in the chaos. Rex, lyrically, you go dark. What's your writing process like?"
Rex paused. He gave a small smile. "the world itself gives you more than enough fuel. History, human nature, what we hide, what we fear… it's all there."
"And the rest of the band—how do you handle that level of intensity?" Dana asked.
Kai grinned. "We survive it. Then we sharpen it."
Silas nodded. "We argue. We bleed. Then we record."
Laughter followed.
Dana flipped a card. "Your fanbase exploded overnight. Viral views, trending hashtags, fan art, even memes. Did you expect this?"
Rex glanced at the others. "We hoped. But we didn't expect this."
"Some of your lyrics have stirred debate," Dana continued. "There are critics who say you're being provocative just to get attention."
Rex leaned forward slightly. "We're being honest. If truth feels provocative, maybe people need to look in the mirror."
That line earned a surprised cheer from the audience.
"Speaking of controversy," Dana pressed, "Let's talk about 'Angel of Death.' The song is intense. Disturbing, even. Some people are asking—what inspired it?"
Rex's expression turned serious. "I read about a Nazi doctor. Josef Mengele. What he did was beyond horrifying. The song's not meant to glorify him—it's meant to confront the evil we're capable of. Ignoring history is how it repeats."
Dana blinked, visibly impressed. "That's… heavy."
Rex simply nodded.
"Let's switch gears," she said quickly. "Silas, people love your drumming. The blast beats, the fills—how do you keep up that pace?"
Silas gave a rare grin. "Lots of cardio. And rage."
The audience laughed.
"Kai," Dana said, "You're the quiet one. But the basslines on tracks like 'Anesthesia' and 'In My Darkest Hour' are wild. Where does your groove come from?"
Kai shrugged modestly. "I listen to the riffs, then try to find what's underneath. The emotion hiding in the chaos."
"And Ash," Dana turned to the guitarist, "The solos. You've been compared to some of the greatest players alive. Where do you draw your inspiration?"
Ash smirked. "Whatever Rex throws at me, I try to make scream."
Dana clapped once. "Well said."
They played a short clip from the band's music video for "Ride the Lightning," then returned for a rapid-fire Q&A.
"Favorite track on the album?"
"'Fade to Black.'" – Rex
"'Ace of Spades.'" – Ash
"'The Four Horsemen.'" – Kai
"'Whiplash.'" – Silas
"Hardest song to record?"
"'Spit Out the Bone.'" – All four at once.
"Dream collaboration?"
A silence followed. Then Rex answered cryptically, "Let's just say, we'll surprise you."
Dana smiled. "Final question—what's next for Obsidian Saints?"
Rex looked into the camera. "We're just getting started."
The show ended with a standing ovation from the crowd and a burst of new comments flooding online. Across the internet, Obsidian Saints started trending again.
Backstage, as the band unhooked their mics and grabbed water bottles, Samuel Owen clapped them on the shoulder.
"That," he said with a grin, "was how you win hearts and minds."
Rex gave him a nod. "Let's make sure they never forget the name."