CONCERTS & SHOWS
Luftloftet creates earth-shattering jazz that any self-proclaimed connoisseur of art could savour hungrily, wherever our preferences in form lie.
Meeting the revolutionary Swedish artistes and hearing their anthem for our future
The Masquerade Ball – a spectacular evening of infinite colours, heart-wrenching drama, and ballistic voices singing a language that I didn’t understand – actually taught me valuable lessons about life.
Their 150 micrograms hit me. There was no clarity, no thought, no consciousness.
1550 humans feeling the reggae-vibe, uniting under a single cause.
At a concert like this, your inner whore (she's there, don't deny her) is brought out. She's brought out and she's celebrated like a depraved goddess.
Michelle Visage opened the show by saying, ”Hello everybody. I’m Michelle Visage and these are my tits!”
They had reggae, world music, balkan, latin, a lovely lady and a whole lot of energy. It seemed like a sure thing.
I’ve always hated growling vocalists and lyrics about death and Satan and shit.
Cirque du Soleil is like nothing you’ve seen before, unless you’ve seen a unicorn.