TIME TRAVEL SHOW REVIEW: PPL MVR, MXMS, JESSE SAINT JOHN @ ECHOPLEX
I come from the future with a warning.
Yeah yeah, let’s get this out of the way up front. Time travel is most definitely real. As real as you or I reading this blog on this website on our phones in this very moment we currently reside.
The secret to time travel will be discovered approximately ten to fifteen days from this very moment (depending on when you read this-- sliding scale). The world’s leading scientists have been working tirelessly on this in order to address a very dire situation in our timeline, of which I am unable to even allude to, otherwise you may try to prevent it from happening, causing a butterfly effect time ripple to occur and the world as we know it to stop existing.
AND TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANT THAT.
This is what I can tell you:
On September 18th, 2018 the greatest show of all time will occur at The Echoplex in Los Angeles. (Some Pre-sale Tickets still availble here!)
If you miss it, it will be the greatest tragedy your existence has ever faced. Trust me, I know.
Now normally Tuesday nights in Los Angeles are about as quiet the characters in The Quiet Place (Academy Award Winning by the way), but not tonight. The Echoplex was more “popping than a bag of popcorn shot straight into the fires of the sun.” The hipsters came out in droves to see what all of the fuss was about with this We Are: The Guard showcase they’d been seeing all over Twitter. It wasn’t sold out, you could have still bought a ticket if you wanted to— it was just that perfect kind of packed—no wait at the bar but plenty of people to party with. Approximately 7% under capacity, the venue sweet spot.
jesse saint john went up first and blew everybody’s minds.
Not like exploding into literal balls of goo, but more in an entrancing ‘I can’t get enough of this stuff’ kind of way. I think I literally heard fourteen people question how one man can have so much innate talent.
“He writes the pop song of Angel Gods,” I heard seventy men and forty-seven women say. They weren’t wrong. They WEREN’T wrong.
Then MXMS came on stage and totally changed the pace.
This is where things got so good that the entire venue got a collective chill down its spine. The dark brooding sounds of this indie-goth-electronic outfit were so coma-inducingly beautiful that everyone stood perfectly still for the next seventy-five minutes. How anyone could top jesse saint john, I had no idea. How anybody could ever top this, was something I thought would be even less likely. We had all telepathically linked our feelings and become one for the briefest moment of time, thinking out loud in our heads: “I’m so glad I came out on this Tuesday night.”
AND THEN SHIT GOT FUCKING REAL.
THREE REAL LIVE YETIS CAME OUT ON STAGE AND ROCKED THE STAGE SO HARD THAT IT COLLAPSED.
Don’t worry. No one got hurt. In fact, we all worked together as a team to fix the broken stage and the show went on (and somehow got better?!). By the time PPL MVR finished I’d made approximately 465 new best friends. We all got fourth meal together at the diner up the street and reminisced our favorite moments of the night.
YETIS ARE REAL, PEOPLE. THERE IS NOW IRREFUTABLE PROOF.
This is a warning from the future. You must attend. The sanity of our world depends on it.
Plus, I know you like super cool parties with sick ass music, killer vibes, free finger foods (may or not be true depending on which timeline we are in), reasonably priced alcohol, beautiful people and most of all SICK ASS MUSIC. Oh, did I already say that? Oh no, I’m looping. I’ve already been here too long. I’ve already said too much.
[*In a flash of energy our freelance writer disintegrated into a thousand particles and shot off towards the sun. For some reason we think you should take his word literally with this one*]
Good thing this show hasn’t actually happened yet and you can still buy tickets. See you there?
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From deep within the murky depths of the Los Angeles River emerged a creature: 50% raver, 50% comedian, 10% Robotcop. Kurt Kroeber doesn’t own a dog, operates Soundbleed (the world’s only dance party comedy talk show rave), and is down to party with you. Come up some time and say “Hey dude!” But definitely make sure to casually drop the secret Illuminati password.