The main floor, which doubles as the pit, quickly fills up with fans adorned in handmade clay charms, tulle headpieces with fairylights and snowglobes, and shiny mismatched patterned outfits. While waiting for the show to start, per tour tradition, the trinket exchange starts. A girl trades a handmade strawberry necklace for a disheveled My Little Pony figure. Another trades a vintage style clown doll for a bubble wand. 

When Ashnikko comes on stage, dressed in a sequin mini skirt, polkadot tights and tinsel in her hair, the floor transforms into a rave. Hyperpop songs melt into the hot room, commanding bodies to dance with strangers. The two-hour long show never skips a beat, keeping fans engaged with every song and dialogue. It’s weird, it’s funny and it feels larger than life. 

On stage, she declares, “This album is about my lust for thoughts, my lust for life. It’s about putting on a little fuck me dress. It’s about worshiping at the altar of my body.” 

Ashnikko’s performance style is fun, colourful and theatrical. She is constantly running bits, from dancers styling her in cutout doll outfits to a tiny little door that leads to the bottom of her “purse.” She centers her performance in storytelling and the payoff is incredible.