Words and photos by Izzy Furl
Shot on Kodak Portra 800





It was 3l3d3p’s first time performing in Sacramento, but you wouldn’t have guessed it. The moment she stepped on stage, slowly swaying to synths, the mood in the venue shifted. The crowd leaned in, anticipating the digital hardcore storm that was about to erupt. By the time the bass hit, the excitement was tangible, and it didn’t fade until long after the lights went out.
Unlike many artists who play venues with stages barely a foot off the ground, 3l3d3p didn’t let the limited setup hold her back. She transformed the space with stunning visuals: pillars of spinning lights that projected rose petals falling over warm-toned footage of her dancing, looping into glitchy cyberpunk map layouts. Video games have long shaped her sound and style—her FWD music video, for example, plays like a fighting game spliced with a pixelated, noir version of Ace Attorney. Beside her board, a futuristic glass-encased hologram rotated continuously, scrolling her name—3L3D3P—in bold impacted font. It was the final touch to the industrial, hypnotic atmosphere she built.
Onstage, 3l3d3p blurred the line between performer and participant. She swung her head side to side, deliberately grazing those in the front row with her hair, and climbed atop the speakers, crouching and leaning into the first row while making sure to hit every corner of the stage. At one point she lunged her mic stand into the crowd, daring those in the back to lean in closer. Later, when the tempo shifted, she joined the dancers herself, her arms slicing the air as if cutting through water. The barriers between artist and audience dissolved further when she asked the crowd how to say her name. One by one, fans shouted into her mic—L-D-P—with perfect accuracy. But the most memorable moment came when, at the height of the chaos, she bolted offstage and cut straight through the sea of bodies, the crowd parting only slightly as she barreled forward. The room pulsed with an energy this stage rarely gets to experience.
Even after the music stopped, the experience lingered. Fans lined up at the merch stand, grabbing metallic keychains, G-string thongs, baby tees, and CDs wrapped in striking new cover art. Just like the performance itself, the merchandise carried the same mix of playful provocation and edge. For a debut Sacramento show, 3l3d3p carved her impression into the floorboards.
















