MOTOR // THE CROCODILE
A dark cloud of thick eerie frequencies, filled the empty spaces with thumping thunder, swallowing the crowd in its nasty industrial smog. SHIFTED unleashed filthy layers of continuous high-hat cluster bombs and the audience shook from their explosions. The build of isolated instruments got lost in an orgy of electro-tinged madness which had the perfect balance of intensity and dance-ability. Followed by CONTAINER who opened with an ultrasonic siren, calling an assembly line, while simultaneously, a group of avatars appeared behind him. His fusion of noise created feverish excitement, like an ant colony always moving and never breaking out of formation.
BODY LANGUAGE // Q NIGHTCLUB
M.A.N.D.Y relentlessly provided fast-paced chromatic bass licks coated in a healthy bit of funky twists. With a BMP of 128, the same as your heartbeat, the rhythm was naturally hardwired into our bodies. The groove was so contagious if you weren’t dancing you found yourself unconsciously tapping your foot. With the appropriate salt and peppering of vocal samples no one refrained from chanting along. Everyone’s automatic primal response from the sound created a wave of body rolling. We were offering a sacrificial dance, waiting to be chosen by the tech house gods.
LUCID DREAM // NEUMOS
Photography: Kevin Dofredo, Stephen Reigns and Ella Ordona
Writing: Robin Guilfoil and Janice Ibarra