Sharp tongue. Sharper cheekbones.
The neon menace of HKNY returns to Balcon, bringing thunderous stunts, comedy, lashes, and spiritual violence.
When Stasi hits the stage, the room stops breathing.
The world's premier Lady Gaga impersonator.
NYC's own Mother Monster in human form.
On Fridays, she brings the claws, the choreo, the camp, and the cigs. An absolute must see.
Door Goddess.
Born and raised in LES. Bronx behavior. Brooklyn style. Drag bimbo excellence.
Furina greets you at the gates with a smile and startles you awake as you enter.
She smells good, she looks good, and she'll make sure you do too.
Two demons sculpted from nightlife and protein powder.
The kind of boys you write in your notes app about.
They dance downstairs.
They are part of the infrastructure.
The Sound of the Underworld
The architect of your descent.
Bass thundering through marble columns.
Beats dropping like ritual spells.
Every mix pulls you deeper into Lucifer's Dungeon.