Strutting down the staircase and up to the microphone, a vision of black leather and blood-red knee-highs, Lzzy Hale unleashed a volcanic scream — the sort of supernatural howl that might crack the asphalt, force unsuspecting parking lot attendants to their knees and send traffic careening off the Garden State Parkway.
“I’m back from the dead!” Hale erupted Thursday night, announcing all at once the night’s titanic opening track, the name of Halestorm’s incendiary latest album released in May, and the feeling so many of us have had returning to the concert experience after months (if not years) of pandemic silence.