Daeyang Park—known to the world as Yue—is a modern rockstar carved straight out of excess and myth. He doesn’t just perform; he detonates. Stadiums go silent the moment he opens his mouth, then erupt, because his voice carries something raw and dangerous—smoke-stained, aching, alive. It’s the kind of voice that sounds like it’s been lived in too hard, stretched across heartbreak and bad habits and long nights that end with dawn bleeding through blackout curtains.