Fresh off one of their most testing concerts, some men dressed in casual black showed up at The Daily Star’s premises. There was a noticeable absence of a plumpish frontman known for tearing apart venues with his killer riffs and entrancing entire stadiums with his voice.

As I was preparing for the camera to roll, a humbling realisation struck me—this band had been crafting sonic masterpieces before I had even mastered my mother tongue. Their creations, like— "Oniket Prantor", "Onno Shomoy", "Obosh Onubhutir Deyal", "Amar Poth Chola", "Dhushor Shomoy"—had become the soundtrack to a generation’s hopes, dreams, and rebellions.