Said one teenage girl to a guy complaining next to her as she attempted to enter the mosh pit created in front of the stage last Saturday at Grand Central.
The downtown club was packed with sweat-dripping, head-nodding, alcohol downing Crystal Castles fans. What could possibly be missing? A little sobriety and personal space would have been nice.
Tickets were initially sold online for $25. The hype over the experimental electronic, punk duo from Toronto, Ontario grew to unforeseen levels, the event tickets were sold out in participating stores (Uncle Sams is one) and online a week before. Grand Central, although large for a Poplife club, has its limits. But those in charge of the event ignored maximum capacity and decided to reopen admission for a whopping $45.
It was hard to breathe, it was impossible to walk, and dancing basically turned into moshing. The sweat that stuck to everyone’s clothes (or the skin of shirtless men) was unbearable, and I’m not even going to begin describing the smell or the feeling of a stranger’s arm or back rubbing against yours.
What made the audience even worse was the lack of consciousness. The crowd ranged from teens to mid-20s. The older people were drunk and the younger were popping pills. People were on the floor, amazed at how it felt to touch one another. Others were being mind-controlled behind their sunglasses by the green and yellow flashing lights.
While Crystal Castles, consisting of producer Ethan Kath and vocalist Alice Glass, did perform at ULTRA Music Festival in 2009, this was not ULTRA and the duo is not rave music. Even though I’m sure Glass was enjoying every minute of the scene below her, being a notorious drunk on stage. At least she sobered up a little from their last visit to Miami because that show was more of a cry for help than a musical performance.
Not to say that Glass failed to entertain this time around. Her vocals were still inaudible for the most part, her body drenched from bouncing around, yet she kept banging on the drums or banging her head, and she even crowd surfed. Fan favorites Baptism, Celestica, Empathy, and Intimate and Alice Practice, from their first album, were all somewhat altered live, but still widely entertaining and dance-inducing.
The show lasted until around 2:30 am. After that all the drunk drivers were released to wreak havoc on the streets of Miami. It was definitely a night to remember, although for the majority, that may prove to be difficult.