Molly Ringworm takes the stage like a punch to the chest — grunge-pop anthems for the chronically heartbroken, theatrics for the theatrically inclined. Think diary entries with distortion. Hooks you’ll scream in traffic. A show that feels like both the breakup and the healing.

If you’ve ever cried in the shower, ripped fishnets on purpose, or romanticized your own unraveling — welcome home.