SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING (2010-2015 Pop & EDM All Night Long!)
At some point the music you were mocked for liking becomes the music everybody admits they liked, and the turnaround is now fast enough to happen inside one adult lifetime. The specific era on offer here was loud, ridiculous, aggressively optimistic and universally sneered at by people who went home and played it anyway. A decade and a half on, the sneering has evaporated and what is left is a set of songs that function as a time stamp for anybody who was between sixteen and twenty-four when they came out. A night like this works because it is unembarrassed. There is no ironic framing to maintain and no critical position to defend, just four hundred people who all remember the same two summers. Expect the floor to be full from the first song, which almost never happens, and expect to hear at least one track you had genuinely forgotten and will now think about for a week.
At some point the music you were mocked for liking becomes the music everybody admits they liked, and the turnaround is now fast enough to happen inside one adult lifetime. The specific era on offer here was loud, ridiculous, aggressively optimistic and universally sneered at by people who went home and played it anyway. A decade and a half on, the sneering has evaporated and what is left is a set of songs that function as a time stamp for anybody who was between sixteen and twenty-four when they came out. A night like this works because it is unembarrassed. There is no ironic framing to maintain and no critical position to defend, just four hundred people who all remember the same two summers. Expect the floor to be full from the first song, which almost never happens, and expect to hear at least one track you had genuinely forgotten and will now think about for a week.
At some point the music you were mocked for liking becomes the music everybody admits they liked, and the turnaround is now fast enough to happen inside one adult lifetime. The specific era on offer here was loud, ridiculous, aggressively optimistic and universally sneered at by people who went home and played it anyway. A decade and a half on, the sneering has evaporated and what is left is a set of songs that function as a time stamp for anybody who was between sixteen and twenty-four when they came out. A night like this works because it is unembarrassed. There is no ironic framing to maintain and no critical position to defend, just four hundred people who all remember the same two summers. Expect the floor to be full from the first song, which almost never happens, and expect to hear at least one track you had genuinely forgotten and will now think about for a week.