Just as I expected, this party was fucking rediculous.   I got there fashionably late as fuck. 1:30 A.M’ ish ( not amish) to be precise. I planned to get there much earlier but there were a few wrenches in my game plan.   I had to wait a bit for the confirmation on the green light to attack this party.   Also, I didnt know there was a festival ending in downtown that would make me take about 30 minutes on a 5 minute drive. Luckily I found parking on the first try and walked to the door, after a 211.

You know those herbs that think they own the club, because they’re the ones who decide who gets in at the front door? Well there was one here w/ a G.W smirk and 1/2 of each eyebrow.weird. The fuck with him, I got in and had many funs.

It was just like when I  saw them at Bar during WMC.  Really fuckin hot and sweaty and good nasty and rowdy as fuck.  It couldnt get more tribal unless someone got sacrified with a dagger made of moon rock (more on daggers in a sec.)  Ruh-diculous bass! The sound was so on point, crystal clear.

Heres the epitome of the madness:

You havent daggered until you’ve done it hanging off the stage lights 20ft in the air.
Aint nobody seeing Diplo and Skerrit Bwoy (one rowdy muh’fukka).

If your daughter left home a virgin,  she probably didnt come back as one.

big up Mad Decent.