Flux Pavilion and Friends Cater to a Crowd Who Just Can’t Stop
The line outside The NorVa stretched down the block, littered with pink fuzzy boots, shiny cropped clothing, and layers of fluorescent childlike accessories made of beads strung together or melted to form cartoon characters. A man tirelessly twirled flashing multi-colored sticks on the street corner, the last in line of a crowd ready to rave all night.
Once inside, ultraviolet lights illuminated an anticipating audience, and continued to shine down as Diskord appeared on stage right on schedule. He started the evening with a decent mix of pop music fused with abstract sound. At one point, the pop music ceased altogether and the crowd was taken over by sounds comparable to nails on a chalkboard for a solid five minutes.
It took Diskord a little mixing of tracks to warm the crowd back up, but a bass drop was the only convincing the audience needed. Up front, ravers grooved harder and glowed brighter, adorned with even more flashing lights and glow sticks than dancers far behind them.
The lack of air conditioning was made obvious by the absence of fans pointing towards the audience and the three giant fans whirling atop the disc jockey booth, making for a purposefully sweat-inducing environment. After about an hour of dancing in such close quarters, a retreat to the venue’s bar for a $3 water was a necessity.
Through the bar walls, Diskord – the first of three openers before Flux Pavilion – could be heard winding down an almost two-hour set. The bartender said Flux Pavilion was supposed end at 12:15 a.m., but admitted the party would more likely cease around 2 a.m. To endure four or five hours of EDM took a special breed of person.
After an hour-long break at the bar, 12th Planet took the stage. Within his mix was “Fresh Prince of Bel Aire,” which allowed the crowd to share a collective moment of nostalgia as they sang the ‘90s television theme song in unison. Eventually, the theme mixed back into noise, which, much like those before, was interesting at first, but got old quick.
As 12th Planet exited, the crowd crushed together in anticipation for Flux Pavilion. Finally, the lights dimmed and a music video shined behind beams of light that faded in and out. His set hadn’t even begun, and Flux already made up for his openers’ lacking theatrics and visuals.
Flux Pavilion’s projected graphics synced up to his mixes seamlessly as the light show intensified. Smoke machines poured clouds above the audience, and a large bunny head could be seen tossed around up front between members of a groove-craze crowd.
The show stopper was perhaps Flux’s biggest hit entitled “I Can’t Stop.” The first line escaped the speakers, and the crowd collectively gasped in anticipation. After the first bass drop, they freaked even further.
The clock was about to strike midnight, and after three beat-filled hours, the crowd was still jumping as the bass kept bumping. Smiling faces topped with fuzzy animal hats and wide eyes mesmerized by light-tipped gloves were passed powering toward the exit.