You don’t just attend a Makes My Blood Dance show — you survive it. And maybe even emerge transformed, glitter-streaked and sweat-soaked, wondering whether you just witnessed a rock concert or stepped into a cyberpunk opera directed by Lucifer’s favorite raver.
Now, the New York-born quintet is taking that wild electricity out west. Kicking off April 11th in San Diego, they’re joining industrial-rock veterans Powerman 5000 and dark electro rockers Julien-K for a twelve-city whirlwind that promises sensory overload in the best way possible.
It’s not just a tour. It’s a strobe-lit exorcism set to a BPM that rattles your molars.
MMBD, the self-described “disco metal” outfit, are riding the molten tail of their Nu Metal Revival tour, swinging straight into a new creative era. Their upcoming record, Z3r02LGHT$p33D!, might look like a gamer tag from another dimension, but don’t be fooled — behind the stylized chaos is razor-sharp songwriting and heavyweight production from Mikal Blue (OneRepublic) and Bret “Epic” Mazur of Crazytown fame. Yes, that Crazytown.
The band’s newest single, “Time And A Place,” is already turning heads on social media, channeling Mad Hatter energy with dance sequences that land somewhere between Black Swan and a My Chemical Romance afterparty. The music video is more than a visual — it’s a summoning. The track itself blends galloping metal riffs with synth-heavy breakdowns, showing MMBD’s knack for bridging eras, genres, and planes of reality.
What makes MMBD stand out isn’t just their sound — it’s the audacity of their aesthetic. Imagine Freddie Mercury guest-starring in Blade Runner and fronting Rammstein. That’s the vibe.
This tour, spanning iconic venues like Seattle’s El Corazon and SF’s DNA Lounge, isn’t just a support slot — it’s a coming-out party. And with Powerman 5000’s cyber-grit and Julien-K’s electronic goth textures alongside them, MMBD feels less like the new kids and more like the missing piece of a dark, danceable puzzle.
If you’ve been craving a show that leaves your brain buzzing and your boots burning, skip the Netflix queue and step into the inferno.
