Celebrate the winter onslaught with a warm and undulating death ray of old world wonder jacked sky-high on tomorrow’s sonic dope. San Francisco’s vaunted electro-vintage volcano erupts with circus song and sultry dance forbidden for the faint of heart and the lazy of loin. Equal parts Weimar cabaret and wild speakeasy rave, Trapeze lures a bevy of underworld flappers, vipers, vamps, and villains to a bass-fueled night of jazz age abandon. Strap us on if you want to live.
‘Trapeze feels like Betty Boop threw an acid party’ - SFWeekly
Choppin’ and droppin’ that bawdy burlectro from the Barbary Coast ☛