After Dark Concerts at the Two Oceans Aquarium
After Dark is back at the Two Oceans Aquarium. This event lets visitors explore the aquarium at their own pace, after hours. On four nights in June, July, August, and September 2025, the space in front of the I&J Ocean Exhibit will be turned into a relaxed, living room-style venue. Each evening will feature acoustic performances from two local acts.
30 July: Visitors Centre and Carla Franco
27 August: Mars Baby and Giuliette Price
23 September: The Dirty Skirts and Wren Hinds Band
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