Just twenty-four hours removed from a shock return to All Elite Wrestling, Canadian superstar Chris Jericho pulled off the rarestJust twenty-four hours removed from a shock return to All Elite Wrestling, Canadian superstar Chris Jericho pulled off the rarest of back-to-back main events. Ditching the pyro and promos for platform heels and power chords, on April 2nd the self-proclaimed “Ayatollah of Rock ‘n’ Rolla” made a hard pivot to the allegedly haunted Cohoes Music Hall for something louder, sleazier, and infinitely more glam. Fronting his unpainted-era KISS tribute band, Kuarantine, Jericho’s Unholy Night Tour performance proved to be one hell of a slobber knocker.
Boston’s Bad Marriage, featuring Tommy Skeoch from Tesla on lead guitar, opened the night like a proper undercard babyface team delivering a rowdy, riff-heavy set steeped in hairspray and horsepower that perfectly primed the crowd for the main event. By the time Kuarantine hit the stage, the audience was rabid and ready for a headliner that felt less like a tribute act and more like a full-blown title defense of 80s excess.
If wrestling is about suspension of disbelief, this was a different kind of kayfabe. One where “The Ocho” convincingly transformed into a swaggering Sunset Strip frontman, equal parts ring general and ringmaster of sleaze. Jericho entered like a glam-rock heel champion in his prime, decked out in shimmering silver boots and a bedazzled jacket that looked like it had been stolen straight from the closet of surfer-era Sting. If there was ever any doubt about his ability to reinvent himself, it was squashed before the first chorus hit. This wasn’t a wrestler dabbling in music, this was a frontman who knew exactly how to work a crowd, milking every cheer, every wink, every suggestive lyric like it was live on pay-per-view.
Along with Kent Slucher (drums), Joe McGinness (guitar) and Trixter bassist PJ Farley, from the opening bell, Kuarantine’s setlist read like a love letter to Kiss’ unmasked, unapologetically decadent era. “I Just Wanna” kicked things off with strutting confidence, while the fist-pumping “Heaven’s on Fire” and “Unholy” landed like back-to-back finishers. “Good Girl Gone Bad” and “All Hell’s Breakin’ Loose” had the room moving like a mosh pit battle royal. From there, the set went even deeper into some of the lesser-known songs from Kiss’ unpainted era. A time when the makeup came off, but the libido somehow got turned up even higher.
That spirit was alive and well in Cohoes. Bras and panties hung from mic stands like championship belts of debauchery, and the air was thick with the kind of tongue-in-cheek inuendo that made songs like “Let’s Put the X in Sex” and “Lick It Up” feel less like nostalgia and more like a live-action fever dream. Jericho leaned all the way in too, delivering each lyric with a grin that said he knew exactly how ridiculous and how fun it all was. Like any great gimmick, he committed completely.
What made the night surreal wasn’t just the over-the-top performance, but the setting. Here was a man who has commanded global stages like Madison Square Garden, Wembley Stadium, and the Tokyo Dome, now holding court in a theater that feels like it might collapse under the weight of its own ghost stories. Yet Jericho adapted effortlessly. Stripped of television cameras and titantrons, he proved himself what he’s always been. A consummate showman, capable of turning even the most intimate venue into a sold-out spectacle. Notably, Jericho kept his wrestling persona largely in the locker room. Aside from a few playful “come on, baby” taunts delivered with the timing of a seasoned heel, there were no references to his AEW return the night before. He stayed firmly in character as a rock frontman. Anyone walking in unaware of his pedigree might’ve assumed this was his full-time gig.
In the closing stretch, “Love Gun” and “Detroit Rock City” hit like a series of near falls, each one threatening to end the show before the next crescendo kicked out at two. By the time the final notes of “Turn On The Night” rang out, the crowd had been thoroughly worked and they loved every second of it. Jericho and his band left them feeling like they’d witnessed something between a rock concert and a title match, a hybrid performance where showmanship reigned supreme and the line between wrestler and rock star was completely obliterated.
In the end, Kuarantine’s Cohoes debut wasn’t just a tribute to Kiss, it was a call back to an era when rock was raunchy, decadent, and gloriously over the top. And at the center of it all was Chris Jericho, proving once again that no matter the ring, be it ropes or risers, he’s always the main event. Loud, lewd, and worthy of a standing ten-count.
Kuarantine | April 2, 2026 | Cohoes Music Hall | Cohoes, NY
Setlist: I Just Wanna, Heaven’s on Fire, Unholy, Good Girl Gone Bad, All Hell’s Breakin’ Loose, Let’s Put the X in Sex, Who Wants to Be Lonely, Heart of Chrome, Domino, Uh! All Night, Creatures of the Night, Fits Like a Glove, Love Gun, Detroit Rock City, Lick It Up, Turn On the Night
Bad Marriage | April 2, 2026 | Cohoes Music Hall | Cohoes, NY
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