Choosing between roaring engines, costumed madness by the gulf, and 2017 rap nostalgia.
The city has finally split into two camps. By day, we pretend to be respectable Petersburgers: strolling through historical parks, inspecting fire trucks by the gulf, and acting deeply interested in century-old dacha traditions. But the moment the sun sets, this decency evaporates entirely. The weekend promises a radical shift in scenery—from quiet beachside cinema to sweaty techno bunkers.
The daytime agenda hits the extremes. You can head out of town to listen to roaring engines on racing tracks, or stay in the center, where biker columns line the squares. We'd suggest mixing these formats. The contrast is refreshing.
Nightlife this time around tolerates no compromises. Promoters are flying in artists from across the globe, clubs are switching to Boiler Room setups, and bars are promising Mexican heat. (Though, if the weather holds up, half the crowd will inevitably settle on outdoor terraces anyway). Choose your route wisely. You will definitely need the stamina.
Friday starts its acceleration smoothly but drops into a hard beat by midnight.
We kick off the weekend with a completely atypical format. While clubs are just tuning their sound systems, a massive rescue base unfolds on the gulf shore. It's a great excuse to get a close look at the gritty reality of someone else's demanding job.
The evening smoothly transitions to the bar cluster, where Kirill Orange gathers his crew. A birthday party format always guarantees maximum density of familiar faces per square meter. We are going for the right music and the local community vibe.
A time machine starts right on the roof. LIZER and PIKA are bringing us back to an era when their tracks blasted from every phone. It’s a combination that sounds weird right up until your first jump into the mosh pit.
For those who find rap nostalgia too light, there is a much harder alternative. The dance floor is surrendered to dense electronic sounds. Prepare for a monotonous yet hypnotic rhythm that lasts until dawn.
The location lives up to the event's name—organizers promise to turn the heat up to the limit. This is the perfect option for those who prefer spending their Friday in the epicenter of a dense, pulsating crowd.
The weekend's equator offers the toughest choice: hide from the noise in parks or dive straight into the crowd.
Saturday afternoon offers a chance to shake off Friday's tension through theatrical absurdity. Jazz, rock, and poetry battles mix in a single space. We were won over precisely by this lighthearted madness.
Nine artists and a Boiler Room format sound like a serious bid for the main electronic night of the weekend. A DJ booth in the middle of the room always erases the boundary between the musician and the dance floor. We definitely wouldn't miss this experiment.
If you are tired of the urban heat, it's worth heading to the racetrack. Here, the musical lineup featuring Vanya Dmitrienko comes bundled with drifting and races. It's a rare case where the roar of engines perfectly complements live performances.
Downtown, they decided to play on contrasts and add some southern flair. Dark tones, hidden faces, and music that makes standing still impossible. This is perhaps the most intriguing bar concept this Saturday.
A radical escape from modernity. The recreated leisure aesthetics of the early 20th-century Petersburg intelligentsia looks like the ultimate detox after a tough week. White clothes, unhurried walks, and an absolute absence of rush.
Meanwhile, there is zero detox happening in the city center. A massive gathering of chrome, leather, and heavy machinery alters the familiar streetscape. We recommend dropping by just for that raw sense of freedom the bikers bring along.
We switch back into night mode through selector-driven electronics. The promoters are betting on cutting-edge sound without overplayed hits. A solid choice for those seeking fresh beats.
A classic, uncompromising rave. No flirting with the crowd—just hard beats and a dark room. You go here for pure energy and worn-out sneakers.
A musical trip pieced together from sets by local and imported talents. The organizers focus heavily on sound quality and track selection. It's a great alternative to the massive, noisy venues.
The lineup is built to keep the dance floor hostage until sunrise. Heavy bass and a relentless kick drum are the classic recipe for a long night. Prepare for some serious cardio.
The second episode of summer madness at the concert hall. If you missed Friday, the Saturday edition promises to be even bigger. The density of sound and people here is always maxed out.
The most underground lot of the weekend. Informal aesthetics, a garage vibe, and a complete lack of pretension. We choose this option for the absolute honesty of its format.
Sunday is made for slowing down by the water or putting on your best costume.
Day two of the motorcycle invasion into the urban environment. If Saturday passed you by, Sunday gives you one last chance to inspect the custom bikes. The roar of engines clears the head perfectly.
The main costumed ball of the summer traditionally occupies the embankment. Acts from Tulum to South Africa and complex stage designs turn the venue into another world. The sheer scale of the guests' preparation here always impresses more than the lineup itself.
The perfect end to the weekend is watching short films to the sound of crashing waves. Student works and indie cinema feel entirely different when you have sand instead of a chair and a darkening sky instead of a ceiling. Grab some blankets and slow down.
