The dance scene was strong Friday night at ACL’s weekend 2, as Chicago hip hop-remix outfit Flosstradamus segued into Disclosure, the non-Foo Fighting headliners.
Flosstradamus is fun and ridiculous. They asks people to throw something into the air, and when the beat drops, a thousand objects, paper, bandanas, cans, and God knows what, go flying.
The rest of the time, the crowd’s baseline of activity is constant movement.
They’re egged on half the time by one of the Flosstradamus guys, perched on top of the stage setup (which, incidentally, looks like a one-storey rock castle, complete with basement door, a flag and strobe lights), yelling to the crowd, “bounce bounce bounce bounce.”
They definitely got the message.
All manner of sights were on display in the crowd as the sun went down. A 50 something dude with a green Yeti coolers baseball cap, was hanging back, nodding his head. Three people walk past in matching where’s Waldo outfits. A sign in the crowd reads, simply yet inexplicably, “NON SEXUAL GAY STUFF.”
In a sense, party DJs/Trap/EDM outfits have an advantage. They don’t need to be headliners—they can just spin the headliner’s records.
“How many people are to see Drake?” Flosstradamus asks the crowd. Then they just sample him into the mix. “All I gotta do is put my mind to this …” as the crowd sings the Fetty Wap chorus.
Last weekend Run The Jewels compared their show to a Zoomba class, but this is the real Zoomba, and the crowd danced, whether in cowboy boots or spinning a lit hula hoop.