Borgore Had Revolution Live "Taste His Glory" in Fort Lauderdale, May 4
Sometimes it feels like the whole dubstep craze has blown over. Surely, the kids have moved on from the bass-driven wobbles that Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift have adopted, among others.
But then, Borgore comes to play a show at Revolution, and he's got the kids lining up around the block just to lick his ice cream. The rowdy, sweaty, sold-out show seemed to say dubstep is anything but a blown-out fad.
We got there at about 11 p.m. and found the venue surrounded by young ravers, decked out in neon rage hats, tank tops, booty shorts, pacifiers. It was everything you'd expect, but the sheer number of them was immediately impressive.
Inside was a madhouse. The dance floor was packed to capacity and the halls were mazes of bodies. Miami's low-end regulators Juan Basshead and MC Jumanji had the place jumping. Of course, every couch was full of totally faced molly newbs, all of then staring at some waving finger lights like the answers to life's great mysteries could be gleaned from their trails.
$uper Geniu$ took over and laid down the ruckus before the headlining act. He ran the trap up and down with "Bird Machine" and "Snapbacks and Tattoos." All the girls were getting their sweaty twerk on as two gogo dancers in thug-punk garb shook their shit on stage.
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The sound was blaring through the speakers, but they notched it up a bit louder at 12:30 a.m. when the Israeli king of cake made his move. He let 'em know who he was right away, opening with an unreleased favorite and hollering that "all these bitches love me 'cause I'm motherfuckin' Borgore."
For the next two hours, there would be no stopping. It was an insane barrage of energy, bass and attitude. He ran through hits like Krewella's "Alive," his remix of Hollywood Undead's "I Don't Wanna Die," and R.L. Grime's trap rinse of "Satisfaction." In fact, Borgore trappened a lot in his set. If there's one thing young fucked up white kids like more than agro brostep, it's molly-ready hip-hop bangers. These kids are nuts.
"Yo, Fort Lauderdale," Borgore yelled into the mic. "If you're ready to get fucked up, put your hands in the air." The only kids who didn't raise their hands were the ones too wasted to manage the coordination.
The whole place was eating up everything the ring-leader had up his sleeve. They knew every word to every song and showed no signs of getting tired. Meanwhile, Borgore was going berserk, jumping and bobbing around, grabbing the mic and coming out to the front of the stage to rap along live with his original tracks.
"I put this bitch to shame before I let her taste my glory," he rapped. The young girls in the crowd only twerked their bodies harder. There's clearly no one worrying about feminism at a brostep rager.
The crescendo of energy kept building and Borgore seemed to be loving every last second of it. He blasted them with his new collaboration with Carnage, "Incredible," and demanded the crowd make a circle and start moshing. Water and beer flew through the air as the bodies hurried to heed his demands. His remix of AWOLNATION's "Sail" set the soundtrack, and the whole place sang along as if they'd been poppin' prescribed Addies their entire lives.
Upstairs, rows of partiers crowded around to catch glimpses of Borgore as he thrashed behind the decks. He dropped some 305 shit with Luke's "I Wanna Rock" before mixing into mega-hit "Ice Cream." Women seduced some cones on the screen behind him as everyone pulled out their camera phones.
The hits didn't stop coming and it started to feel like this show would go on forever. Borgore was not going to leave his post without giving the night an epic send off. He announced that he had "like five minutes left," then asked for "a couple girls" to get on stage. What he got was more like 30, but who's counting?
He dropped none other than the "Macarena" on those bitches, then of course, he gave them "Decisions," his big cake anthem featuring vocals from good-girl-gone-badish Miley Cyrus. The ladies on stage tried to out-sexy one another and crowd around to take selfies with Borgore as a backdrop. They all hung around for about ten minutes before the bouncers finally cleared them out.
It was well past the five minutes Borgore was supposed to finish by, but he was having one helluva good time, and the crowd was with him 'till the end.
"Everyone make some fucking noise for yourselves," he said. "I'm speechless. You guys are fucking amazing." He walked away from the decks as if to finally finish, but the crowd violently chanted his name. He came back and played a super old-school Borgore track. He took a page out of the Swedish House Mafia handbook and had everyone crouch down for the build, then jump up on the drop. Duh, everyone participated; they were hanging on his every word.
On that note, Borgore wrapped it up and rushed to chill backstage as announcers thanked the hundreds of dubsteppers for coming. More local talent was closing out the night until 4 a.m. A bunch of kids were still getting their party-face on to the beat, but it's hard to top some shit like Borgore. That dude is totally living your dream.
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