Live Music

A velvet curtain of sound. Not a show, not a performance—a whisper of something from another time, folded into the […]

Gilded static, the kind that prickles at the nape, seeps into the air as the crowd thickens, bodies shimmering under

Caught in the crossfade of an opium dream and a Jane Austen fever hallucination, The Last Dinner Party burn bright

There’s a moment—somewhere between the bass rattling my ribcage and the strobe lights slicing the darkness into cold, surgical fragments—where