As the smoke settled in the darkened auditorium and anticipation filled the air the room fell silent. A few moments passed before the steady thrum of the bassline as shallow lights broke the darkness and created the silhouettes of the four lords of the Cloven Hoof. Silence again, and darkness returned as time stood still for the crowd whilst the lords took their positions. Then it all broke lose the light were up and the music erupted from the stage shaking the building to its foundations. The crowd returned the passion and for the next 2 hours it was as if the universe began and ended in that very room. Then as with all good things the show came to an end physically at least, for everyone in attendance that day would be eternally changed by the power of the Hoof. The next day they were gone once again, to return when, no one could answer, but return they would bringing with them another change for all present. 'Long Live the Hoof' could be found written across the streets for weeks to follow.