In the shadows of sohoands backrooms and battered gay bars, ambition stalks the dancefloor. This is an all new macbeth born under strobe lights and police sirens, where prophecy comes whispered over eyeliner mirrors and power is seized in heels sharp enough to kill. In a world where masculinity is policed, queerness is criminalised... The price of visibility is everything. Riots rage outside. Inside, the music of 80ands britain depeche mode, soft cell, pet shop boys pulses through the night. Paranoia spirals, loyalty fractures, and desire curdles into violence. Wigs slip. Crowns are stolen, and blood is impossible to wash out under club lighting. Dark, defiant, and drenched in 80s synth, category is macbeth is a fabulous tragedy about power, persecution, and what it means to survive. When the law says you donandt exist, how far would you go to rule the night?