EDC 2012: The Underground Has Left The Building
Christopher Victorio Afrojack, left, with Steve Aoki.
On Friday, DJ Afrojack played his own style of synth-stabbed torture. With an MC pumping people up with classic lines like, "After this I'm going to go get fucked up," Afrojack played a set of audacious tracks that sounded like a brigade of fire trucks was en route.
Calvin Harris played his own tunes on Saturday. He's a singer. He didn't sing.
This is dance music today: A press-play parade of millionaires going through the motions.
It's not EDC's fault. The organizers booked some excellent talent, including Danny Tenaglia, Richie Hawtin and John Digweed.
But what we saw Friday and some of Saturday (before the plug was pulled) were the most-popular dance artists in the world, sans only a few folks (Deadmau5, Skrillex), giving us what we could have gotten by buying a CD or downloading a mix.
If EDC is truly electric, it's because its crowds are amazing. Coachella, frankly, has nothing on 90,000 or so kids bouncing to Kaskade as he rocks the main stage.
But back to that question. Is it authentic? The lineup had us wondering what was going on inside the clubs on the strip. Where's the underground action at?