An industrial spectacle fit for the shadowed gears of a haunted machine, delivering a set that fused gothic intensity with clockwork menace, synths hissed like steam valves, guitars sliced like gears grinding to life—part séance, part industrial revolt. A ritual forged in rust, black lace, and dark voltage.

Cracked the veil—summoning a dream where Halloween slept in an attic and Christmas bled black velvet. Shadows danced, synths whispered spells, and masked believers moved amid smoke like ghosts remembering their names.

Voodoo Dawn brought their signature gothic intensity to The Spot, performing amid masked revelers, candlelit haze, and tarot divination. Their set carved through the night like a ritual in velvet and voltage—equal parts elegance and edge.