Masquerade by Mothlight

  • 1AM – 3AM EST

Come closer. This light that flickers in the darkness, as dark cabaret, swing, and vaudeville fill the air. It’s that time of the night, where you can breathe slowly, and unfold those aching complexes. Let the giant flesh-eating moth, Typhus, guide you through an exploration of dark intriguing thoughts, that come to play when the lights go out.

Typhus


Failed science experiment, collector of music, and lover of purple waistcoats, the flesh-eating moth Typhus was unceremoniously dumped in the place called The Gutter when his own version of reality got sick of him. Amid the infinitely flowing apartments that never end, at least studio equipment was found, and dragged to the burned out apartment on the 27th floor. At least the reception is excellent.