When you think of horror, what comes to mind? A creaky cabin in the woods, maybe a blood-red moon, or a man in a hockey mask breathing heavily behind you? For Diggy Graves, this isn’t just imagery—it’s his reality. The horrorcore rapper, shrouded in mystery and masked like “Jason,” has turned his secluded writing hideaway in the Pacific Northwest into a laboratory of lyrical darkness. And on Friday, July 25, this phantom steps out of the shadows to ignite the stage at the Tampa Orpheum.
There’s no campfire. No marshmallows. Just beats, bars, and bloodlust.
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