When Eagle Sydney lands at the Burdekin in Darlinghurst, the top floor stops feeling like a club and starts feeling like a bunker. Think: dim red glow, smoked‑out corners, bodies packed in tight, and a soundtrack of thick, clubby bass that never really lets up.

Dress codes are strongly encouraged and happily observed: leather, rubber, harnesses, boots, jocks – the more committed the look, the more you’ll feel like part of the pack. Once the room hits that sweet spot, the dancefloor melts into a blur of gear, sweat and low‑end throb, with just enough cruisy energy to keep things interesting while still staying firmly on the right side of party.

Part pop‑up, part ritual, Eagle Sydney sits firmly in the city’s after‑dark tradition of fetish‑friendly nights. Check lineups and dates via Instagram or the Burdekin’s event listings – these parties don’t happen every weekend, but when they do, they’re the kind you plan your sleep schedule around.