GHOST GHOULBANGERS BALL IS REAL — AND IT’S EVERYTHING WE SAID IT WOULD BE

Field report from the first two rituals: Manchester & Glasgow

Two rituals down. Manchester first. Then Glasgow. Ghost came. Ghost conquered.

Ghoulbangers Ball isn’t just a name now — it’s a full-blown punk-as-hell live show with its own mythos.

Vanessa Warwick back in the scene like she never left. Straight legend. Doing real interviews, real fans, real energy. This isn’t some PR puff piece — it’s raw, and it rules.

People LOST IT when they got picked to be on the show. Some fans even cried. Not kidding. This thing meant something to them.

No phones. That’s not just a rule — it’s a movement. No glowing screens ruining the moment. No trashy footage surfacing before the amps cool off.

Instead we get: tight, punchy montages. Cut fast, cut clean. Just enough to make your heart race, not enough to spoil the magic.

Vanessa even demoed how the damn Yondr pouches work, like, here’s how you take your concert back.

Tobias and the crew bet everything on a no-phone ritual — and it paid off. Big. This wasn’t just a gig. It was a happening. Ghost won!

This is what live music should feel like. Intimate, electric but raw. Like you’re in on a secret.

If you weren’t there, you missed it. And that’s the whole point.

No endless scrolls. No instant uploads. Just memory and sweat and volume.
Ghoulbangers Ball is a love letter to the old way — but sharper, smarter, and with a devilish smirk.

And we were right. Every word.
This isn’t nostalgia. This is the future — and it’s loud.