Dances of Death

"While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.' "

Won't you let us in?

This Halloweek Leda Petit & The Losers invite you to shroud yourself in garb most frightful & venture out into the cold night air, breath steaming. Follow us up the white road (only dotted with blood, a splash here, a splash there, nothing to be frightened of, my sweets) to the door of the Golden Dawn & surrender yourselves to the Dances of Death.

It is Halloween, a Day of the Dead; where skeletons walk & the ghosts of many crowd close. It is the day of Parentalia & sacrifices must be made at the feet of the malevolent, destructive forces of the night. So bring us your offerings my sweets, to lay on the alter at the entry to the necropolis, & we shall perform our Dances of Death in turn. Perhaps we may save your souls together? Ignore the blood on my lips, my sweets. 'Tis but a drip. A drop. Nothing to be frightened of...

Show begins at 8pm. $5 entry fee. We ask that bring an offering to lay on the alter as you enter the bar. It can be anything you like; a splash of rum, a candle, a 10c piece or a flower garland. Costumes are compulsory. Performances by Leda Petit, Holly Day, Geoff Gilson, Amber Sweets & Eve Gordon, with spooky tunes to be played by DJs Oscar & Sam, the big bad voodoo maestros.

Be bold, we may require your participation... We promise to be gentle. Unless you rather like the whip.