LORDS OF ACID
w/ Little Miss Nasty + Lucia Cifarelli
6/21/25 – Granada Theater – Dallas, TX
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The Granada Theater in Dallas was baptized in sweat, synth, and sin as Lords of Acid rolled into town with their “Praise The Lords” tour, a fever dream of industrial debauchery featuring a new queen at the helm, Carla Harvey (ex-Butcher Babies), and a lineup of fierce women who brought the fire and filth in equal measure.
Lucia Cifarelli of KMFDM opened the night with gothic glam and industrial grit, delivering tracks from her latest solo album No God Here with the poise of a post-apocalyptic high priestess.
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Her voice sliced through the haze like steel through velvet, commanding, confident, and draped in darkness. It wasn’t just a warm-up; it was a ceremonial awakening.
Then came Little Miss Nasty, the high-octane vixens of dark performance art. Picture a dystopian cabaret of metal, EDM, and hip-hop wrapped in latex and attitude, and you’re only halfway there. Their set was a whip-cracking, bar-swinging, eye-popping burlesque blitzkrieg, equal parts Cirque du Soleil and hellfire strip club.
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With tracks from their debut album Weapon of Choice, they blurred the line between concert and possession, and the crowd was more than willing to be taken.
By the time Lords of Acid took the stage, the theater had fully descended into hedonistic ecstasy. The legendary Belgian outfit, pioneers of sleaze-infused electro-industrial, served up all the filthy classics like “Pussy” and “I Sit on Acid,” plus so much more, all drenched in beats that shook bones and basslines that slapped like sin.
But it was Carla Harvey, newly crowned “Acid Queen,” who owned the night. With blue-streaked hair flying and devilish charisma radiating off the stage, she injected fresh venom into the band’s lascivious catalog. At one point, she even joined the crowd, becoming one with the pulsing chaos of bodies up front.
It was loud. It was lurid. It was a full-spectrum assault on the senses, and no one wanted it any other way. The “Praise the Lords” tour is less a concert and more a ritual, one where darkness is celebrated, sweat is currency, and every scream is a prayer.
And Dallas? We worshipped.
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