Unpredictable. Unapologetic. Unshackled by genre.
From deep, sensual underground house to theatrical mashups and cinematic soundscapes, my sets blur the line between the club, the bar and the stage. Genres are suggestions. Rules are laughable. I don’t plan my sets—I summon them.
Sometimes it’s dark. Sometimes it’s dramatic. Sometimes it’s downright unholy. I don’t follow a formula—I follow a feeling.

This isn’t a DJ set. I don’t mix tracks. I conjure them, laced with musical theatre ghosts, raised eyebrows, and occasionally break into interpretive dance mid-set. One night it’s sensual sonic witchcraft. The next, it’s a haunted cabaret on ketamine.
There is no genre. There is only vibe—

Follow for audio rituals, dancefloor chaos, and sonic curveballs that’ll either change your life or mildly concern you.

“Music for the damned—and those who dance with them.”