Black Hole Cone

Black Hole Cone was formed on a windy October night, it was as cold as a really cold thing, and the moon was shining bright in the sky. Desperate for shelter, two men, one by the name of Cian, the other by the name of Daniel, shuffled through the darkness of the night. Suddenly, they felt a tremor in the earth, as if they were standing upon the perimeter of an earthquake, feeling the last trace of the vibrations as they are absorbed into the world.
They followed this mysterious sensation, feeling the ground vibrate more violently with each step, until they came to a house, they arrived and knocked on the door. As they knocked, the sound of the voice that accompanied the low rumble that sourced the vibrations stopped. A man, tall and graceful, fierce yet with gentleness in his eyes, opened the door to greet them.
Stood upon the doorstep, our young heroes explained their desperation, and the hardships they had endured wandering through this lonely night, before making their request: "Dear sir, we are desperate and exhausted, we followed tremors in the earth that led us here. Please accept our plea for refuge, we are but humble musicians, and have naught to offer but the share of these cans of Canadian".
Upon hearing their story, the man who greeted them in the doorway, who introduced himself as 'Gearóid', felt an overwhelming surge of both empathy and delight at this serendipitous happening. He invited the two travelling musicians inside.
Entering into the room, they found a dashing young man, mysterious and dark, with a gaze that would make the Devil himself blush upon eye contact. He sat, perched upon an amplifier, a bass cradled lovingly in his arms (which the others recognised to be the source of the tremors that led them to this place). He introduced himself: "Daryl, but you can call me Daz".
Deciding to play music together to pass the night, they set up their instruments, Cian started, playing a drum beat with ferocity that could only be expected from the marching band of Hell itself; Daryl quickly joined in, with a hypnotic bassline that could entrance the wildest of animals; next to start playing was Daniel, who struck his guitar with such power that it sounded like the wailing of a banshee that had just ingested a copious amount of crystal meth; as Gearóid sung the first note, and the full band played together for the first time, lightning flashed in the sky and the moon was blocked in an eclipse.
From that moment, Black Hole Cone was formed.