Catband’s femme (or homme) fatale, Ryleagh eats gender for breakfast, shitty bands for lunch, broken hearts for dinner, and washes it all down with an ice cold glass of fuck you.

Ryleagh is the host of the program and something of a local celebrity: she was chosen to host because she runs an extremely popular New York area music blog with album and concert reviews, show listings and news. Her reviews are legendary and always absolutely eviscerating, but being reviewed by her is like being blessed, and bands would kill to be insulted by her. She is the sort of person people love to brag that they "partied" with, though saying you partied with Ryleagh is like saying you wrestled a bear when all you did was see one in the woods and it didn’t deign to kill you. In any case, just her presence at an event makes it a big deal, and her hosting this competition immediately makes it legit.

Ryleagh is a terrifying genderfluid god/dess (presentation and pronouns vary by day, but "she" is usually fine) who lives for people getting her pronouns and the spelling of her name wrong. She is icy and untouchable, and her personal life is an enigma. Everyone wants her, or wants to be her, and she is so far above all of them that they all look like ants to be squashed beneath her feet.

What is she really like, as a person? God save you if you try to find out. She evades any attempts to dig into her personal life like a leaf in the wind.

And as for this contest? She knows more than you do. Maybe she even knows more than I do...