This Dive Ain’t for Looky-Loos
Leave your tourist map at the door.
Obsidian Heights is a city of glitz and grime, and The Midnight Reverie?
That’s where the grime gets classy.
Forget your velvet rope clubs and polished chrome. This is our joint, where the air’s thick with smoke and secrets, and the only soundtrack you need is The Nightshift laying down that raw, soul-scraping jazz.
This ain’t no guided tour!
our resident band
The Nightshift
ain’t playing pretty little tunes
Smoke and Silk
Their sound’s got teeth – gritty vocals, haunting horns, and rhythms that pull you into the dark heart of this city.
Sylvie and X trade off on vocals, their voices like whiskey and razor blades. The rest of the crew – they ain’t backing players, they’re conjuring up a whole damn atmosphere.
Xavier ‘X’ Knight
Vocals
A bluesy baritone with a world of pain and grit in his voice. His narratives bring raw emotion and a counterpoint to Sylvie’s sultry style.
Sylvie Dubois
Vocals
A world-weary chanteuse whose husky voice carries the soul of Obsidian Heights. Her poetic lyrics capture the grit and longing of the city.
Gideon Rhodes
Piano
An eccentric virtuoso who blends scholarly musical knowledge with daring improvisational flair on the keys.
Marcus Lorne
Upright Bass
The anchor keeping it all together with his deep pocket and soulful basslines that make you feel every note.
Winston ‘Ace’ Ellis
Horn Player
Ace’s sax bleeds heartbreak one minute, then those trumpet blasts come outta nowhere, cutting through the haze with a defiant edge.
Samuel Wakefield
Drums
A subtly showy drummer blending classic swing with avant-garde flourishes, his playing is always cinematic.
Your Soundtrack to the Shadows
Interlude
Take a Seat, the Show’s Starting…
it’s on our terms
What’s the soundtrack
to your night gonna be?
Caution: these melodies are addictive, might make you crave a stiff drink and a smoky room
The Nightshift sets the stage, but this game runs deeper. A sharp-eyed bartender with a vault of secrets.
A siren whose scars sing louder than her melodies.
This joint, it ain’t just about the music. It’s Duncan’s world, and we’re all just playing by his rules. That sharp eye of his misses nothing – your drink order, how you hold yourself, the secrets you’re trying to hide. He knows this city’s heartbeat, and if you’re lucky, he might share a sliver of it with you…
over a glass of something strong enough, of course.
Sylvie Dubois… She slips onto stage like a shadow, then that voice hits you – smoky, sweet, with a razor’s edge hidden beneath. Her songs ain’t about love lost, they’re about surviving, about owning the scars and turning them into weapons. They say she drifted in from nowhere, walked through fire to get here. You watch her, wonder what she’s seen, what she’s running from… or running towards.
Sylvie’s a mystery wrapped in a secret, and Duncan’s the only one who holds the key. Asking about her past is a surefire way to get on his bad side.
Trust us, you don’t want that.
