Music – Phoenix
Sweat, balls, and glory shall demonize and rain down upon the unaware masses. Bacchus inducts you all as his own demonsluts, if only for this one RAW night. Exotic and personal, these lads abducted a time machine to bring you ancient Rome flavor. Sweet wine shall fill your ears and move you into a trance, a seizure, a dance. The golden threads, sequins and mirrors of their faraway dress are just smoke in your eyes. They take you by surprise from low-throated bass guitar snare to an ecstatic saxophone whirl. As the roman Gods of festivities enter stage, the air electrifies with energy bound to pursue you in dreams. Strip off guilt, embarrassment, and I can’t dance boredom. Join the pleasure kingdom, imbibe in the elixir, and even grandmas will feel youth rush back into the veins.