𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊? The power. The pageantry. The provocation. Moral panics. Gender-bending. Cvnty little outfits. Is this drag or heavy metal? It’s both. Welcome to Hell‑Bent, the heaviest revue in the universe. From the perverted mind of Loose Willis comes a new breed of cabaret. Where drag and burlesque performers embrace depravity. Where queer heshers make themselves seen and heard. And where good taste gets bludgeoned by 10‑tonne riffs. Metal doesn’t begin and end with Enter Sandman. And queerness goes far beyond Drag Race. At Hell‑Bent, you’ll find out just how much they have in common. This is a standing show (leave room to bang your head.) Doors at 1800. Show at 1930. Done by 2130. Riffs until curfew. 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖘 It tolls for thee. Don’t know your Cattle Decapitations from your Cattle Hammers? So fucking what. Hell‑Bent is for everyone – but especially anyone who loves: denim and leather; spikes and chains; studs of all varieties; lip‑syncs; sideshow; burlesque; the intersection of metal and gender; black, death, doom, drone, djent, sludge, thrash and more; big hair; short shorts; pageantry; palm-muting; ear-cleaving riffs; expressions of queerness that are not RuPaul-certified; cabaret that isn’t afraid to be confrontational; metal culture that is inclusive and rejects tribalist bullshit; Loose fuckin’ Willis; a good fuckin’ night; Black fuckin’ Sabbath.

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