What it was like
Your wardrobe has been having an argument with itself since high school. This is the night that refuses to settle it and just plays both sides at full volume.
The set oscillates — screaming the bridge of a 2007 pop-punk anthem, then losing yourself in a drop that rattles the subwoofer in your sternum, then back again. FEM&M and ASTRID run it, with MilkyPossum and Charloux along. The crowd is exactly who you are picturing: people who cried to My Chemical Romance in high school and now own LED glasses. Both things are true. Neither one was a phase.
It happens in the Voodoo Room at House of Blues, with the Gaslamp outside having no idea what is going on underneath it.
Anyone who has ever built a playlist that jumps from Dashboard Confessional to Skrillex already knows how this feels. Send it to them.