Neon Havoc

For Kayson Gage, the silence of a house in the suburbs of California was never peaceful, it was heavy with the volatile temper of a father who despised music and a mother who was never truly there. Growing up in a home defined by neglect and emotional volatility, Kayson found his only sanctuary in a battered, second-hand bass guitar he hid beneath his floorboards. Music became his armor, a way to transmute the chaos of his childhood into raw, distorted chords that spoke louder than any argument.

​By the early 1990s, Kayson hits the road, trading his painful past for the deafening roar of underground clubs. His jagged, soulful bass guitar riffs become the signature sound of Neon Havoc, a band that captures the disenfranchised energy of a generation. As the band skyrockets to global fame, playing sold-out stadiums and topping the charts, Kayson finds himself trapped in the ultimate paradox: he is surrounded by thousands of cheering fans, yet he is still the lonely, frightened boy hiding from his parents.
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