So, the end of the season is here. One band is a punk orchestra whose energy cannot be contained even on the largest stages. The other band is a group of grown men who have been through fire and water, damaging the ears and self-esteem of the country's listeners for over a fifth of a century. The lines blur, and it becomes difficult to understand who is who. Where is Arklio Galia? And where is Lapkričio Dvidešimtosios Orkestras? Or perhaps these bands were always destined to meet on one stage and finally contain that energy and damaging sound in one place? It seems the forest will indeed rustle. And afterwards, all the animals will go to sleep. They will rest and return with new energy. Don't miss it. This won't happen again. Or maybe it will. But don't risk it.