It’s 2018. 50 years ago, people thought that by now we would all be holidaying on Mars, wizzing around in flying cars and that we would be immune to aging.
Instead, we have an ocean full of plastic, smartphones that spy on us and a reality TV star prone to temper tantrums who has control of the worlds largest nuclear arsenal. What can we do about this? Nothing, we’re fucked.
So come join us in Badehaus for the first of our many pre-apocalyptic pantomimes and let the joyous sound of KALON, FINS and The Flavians massage your tired, news-stricken ear drums as the doomsday clock slowly counts down to midnight.