When Rock Legends Collide in the Most Electrifying Tribute You’ll Ever Hear: Guns N’ Roses Icons Slash, Matt Sorum, and Gilby Clarke Reunite Onstage for a Wild, Soul-Soaked Rendition of The Beatles’ “Come Together”

When Rock Legends Collide in the Most Electrifying Tribute You’ll Ever Hear: Guns N’ Roses Icons Slash, Matt Sorum, and Gilby Clarke Reunite Onstage for a Wild, Soul-Soaked Rendition of The Beatles’ “Come Together” — And Just When You Thought It Couldn’t Get Any More Powerful, Lzzy Hale’s Earth-Shaking Vocals and a Spine-Tingling 1:52 Scream Launch the Crowd Into Pure Rock ’N’ Roll Euphoria, With Slash Unleashing a Guitar Solo So Raw and Timeless It Felt Like Rock History Was Being Rewritten Right There on Stage

In a moment that felt ripped straight out of a rock ‘n’ roll fever dream, three legendary members of Guns N’ Roses—Slash, Matt Sorum, and Gilby Clarke—took the stage once again, igniting a night of nostalgia, energy, and blistering musicianship. The venue was buzzing with anticipation, but no one was truly prepared for the magic that was about to unfold when these titans tore into a gritty, groove-heavy cover of The Beatles’ classic “Come Together.”

From the very first notes, the chemistry was undeniable. Slash’s unmistakable guitar tone wove tightly with Sorum’s thunderous drumming and Clarke’s crunchy rhythm, giving the Beatles’ psychedelic anthem a thunderous, blues-rock rebirth. The crowd was already swaying in time, lost in the pocket of a groove so tight it could cut glass—but then, the night took a turn from great to legendary.

Enter Lzzy Hale, powerhouse frontwoman of Halestorm, whose voice didn’t just rise above the band—it soared. Alongside the ever-bold and soulful Linda Perry, the vocal duo brought a haunting new dimension to the track. Hale, in particular, commanded the room with raw, emotional energy, channeling Janis Joplin one moment and Robert Plant the next.

Then it happened. At exactly 1:52, Hale unleashed a scream that didn’t just pierce the air—it shook the soul. It was a moment so pure, so visceral, it pulled an audible gasp from the audience. And in that heartbeat of stunned silence, Slash stepped forward.

What followed was nothing short of transcendent: no pyrotechnics, no theatrics—just Slash, his Les Paul, and a solo that sang with emotion. Every note was a reminder of why he’s one of the most revered guitarists of all time. It wasn’t about speed or flash; it was storytelling through strings, dripping with bluesy phrasing and rock god swagger. You could almost hear the ghosts of Hendrix and Harrison smiling in the echoes.

The performance was more than a cover—it was a resurrection. A resurrection of the spirit of classic rock, of the golden age when musicianship mattered most, and of the kind of spontaneous, soul-stirring collaboration that today’s tightly packaged concerts so often lack.

Fans left the venue wide-eyed and hoarse, as if they’d witnessed something sacred. Because maybe they had.

For one night, three Guns N’ Roses legends, two unstoppable vocalists, and one Beatles anthem reminded everyone of the power of real music. And for those who were lucky enough to be there, “Come Together” will never sound the same again.