Kim Dracula & Wednesday 13

Kim Dracula and Wednesday 13 live at Magnet House, Perth | 29 November 2025

The night started off with a slew of metal fans queuing outside the Magnet House in a large line. With the street being awash with black tees, metal chains, and dye colour’s that exceeded every shade and tone on the swatch’s selection of Adobe photoshop. It was easy to deduce where Kim Dracula was playing.

With the venue already packed once inside, it was easy to get lost in the sea of black tees. With long(ish) wait until the support acts. It was apt time for fans to converse and catch. As well as down a few sneaky beverages before the first act, Wednesday 13.

Wednesday 13 was a wild ride, with the wild guitars from his backing band. Metal fuelled antics and showmanship becoming an assault on the senses. It was a performance that was larger than life, and shamelessly rude. Particularly for those that like to say the word ‘fuck’. It was a very cathartic experience.

With more safety pins on his red tie than a health-conscious hypochondriacs first aid kit. Wednesday 13 was undeniably fun to watch. With one punter yelling ‘fuck yeah Wednesday’ between songs so loud it could probably be heard all the way from Rottnest Island. Horror themed antics also ensued, with a creepy Ghostly narrator telling a ghostly rhyme to the crowd.

Their set started out strong with ‘Bats Dragged In’, and featured other popular tracks like ‘Summertime Suicide’ and ‘197666’ midway through their set. There were also generous antics abound with Wednesday carrying a Halloween-themed, pumpkin shaped bucket of candy and tossing numerous pieces of candy at the crowd. Where punters were greeted by maniacal glam-rock screams and probably and several rounds of rapidly fired candy wrappers.

Finishing off their encore with ‘FUCK’. This was met with requests from Wednesday to have punters hold their middle-fingers in the air in a defiant manner. Asking for the crowd to shout ‘FUCK!’ over, and over again. What made it even funnier was Wednesday holding out a large umbrella with the graphic of a middle finger emblazoned with the word ‘FUCK’ on top of it.

Kim Dracula’s set opened with what felt like a secret society meet up, intersecting with Jonestown (minus the poisoned punchbowl). With the punters ‘in the know’ asking the crowd to split along the middle. It was a sight to see, as Dracula emerged dressed in a large hooded cloak, and underneath what looked like the attire of a middle-eastern military dictator.

Still, there was a nihilistic nonchalance about Dracula’s demeanour and music that made his show delightfully cheeky. Similarly to Wednesday, there were intense tempos, drum beats. Dracula’s screams were top notch and carried an intensity that motivated the most hardcore fans to thrash about. It was all there, but the gold of the show was the random bouts of instrumentation and pantomime antics between the sets of hardcore music.

There was particular love for the saxophone player, who would without context throw the entire show into a lounge-music easy-listening set. Or even pump out a cover of George Michael’s careless whisper later on. Oddly, the sax player became a hidden pseudo-star in the show. Whilst it easy to feel this could detract from Dracula’s own stage presence. It only added to it, and added a comedic flavour to their set.

With Dracula in these moments dressing as a police man and searching the stage for ‘himself’ one moment. Then in another pulling out a small, black cauldron with smoke billowing out from below. To then tucking into a plate of chicken, appearing bored, as his band members played. It was these non-sequential, comedic antics that gave Dracula’s performance its charm. It only complimented the heavy music punters thrashed out to. Finishing off with an encore of ‘Killdozer’, Dracula and their band played out the final riff endlessly.

With Dracula making effort to try and point out the punters who supported them … all 100+ of them. Causing Dracula to point endlessly at the crowd for what felt like a solid 30 seconds. If that isn’t a solid display of affection for your fans, I don’t know what is.

Photography by Caris Bingemann

Kim Dracula

Wednesday 13