The imagery from this night at The Dome serves as a stark reminder of why some performances are called “spiritual events” rather than just concerts. These shots capture the raw, elemental energy of the Panopticon’s tour, where London disappeared under a blanket of smoke and Appalachian grit. From the haunting and distant silhouettes of Sunken to the ferocious, unmasked sincerity of Austin Lunn leading Panopticon through a set of blistering contrasts. It was more than a performance; it was a collective breath held in the dark, captured here in its most visceral form.
Photos: Peterson Marti
Photos: Peterson Marti