The botanical gardens are not usually associated with the living dead, but tonight they are. This is the Vampire Ball. From the high ceiling large shapes are hanging that somewhat resemble bloody lungs. Their appearance there is no mystery, FoAM is responsible for these atrocious organs. And just in time, because from the gutters and graveyards of Brussels a bloodthirsty mob has found its way to the Botanique, and they are ready to party. The weird and deformed, the partially living and the partially complete dance to horrible tunes until deep into the morning.