I really had no idea what I was in for Tuesday night. My roommate convinced me to buy tickets to this show the second week of school, and I hadn't really thought about it since.
It was Tuesday afternoon and as I walked back into my dorm sopping wet from the torrential rain outside, every one of my preconceived notions about how the night was about to go down were sent crumbling to the floor the second I saw my roommate's outfit. His hair was sprouting out of his head in two Miley Cyrus buns, and he had on an American flag speedo. Trap music does weird things to people, and I was about to experience it for the first time.
Primarily, I was just curious. I mean, I had listened to Flosstradamus' music before, so I knew the general idea but as I was about to learn, listening to trap music while doing homework in my dorm is a very different experience than actually being in the thick of it at a live show. So, with an open mind, I put on some skimpy batman boxers (with cape attached) and some neon accessories and rendezvoused with my friends for our journey into Boston. With clear eyes and full hearts, we couldn't lose.
I realize now that I only had a small semblance of a concrete definition of trap music before walking into the House of Blues. If I had been asked, I would have told you it was something like a mix of deep industrial rap and EDM, which is kinda close but not quite right. Runthetrap.com breaks it down as:
- 1/3 hip hop-- tempo and song structure are similar, most tracks are usually between 70 -110 bpm, with vocals sometimes pitched down
- 1/3 Dance Music-- High pitched Dutch synth work, Hardstyle sampling, as well as a plethora of trap remixed of popular EDM songs
- 1/3 dub-- Low frequency focus and strong emphasis on repetitiveness throughout a song
You better believe that makes for an interesting concert. Men and women alike were dressed in next to nothing, already soaked from the rain outside walking in, but as the night went on the rain was completely replaced by sweat.
Before either Flosstradamus or GTA took the stage, a group of artists that go by Two-9 came out on stage to make sure everyone was nice and turnt-up with their own brand of hard southern rap.
The crowd was hard to get going, considering they had been rained on outside for the past few hours, but the rappers did an exceptional job of getting people excited and started to get down with some thick trap music.
After the Hype Men left the stage, GTA, another trap music group, but more of the EDM dance variety than Floss, came on stage.
"Boy Oh Boy" was one of the first songs that they dropped upon this crowd of a few hundred, and it was when everyone in the building really started to get down. With its drowning synth, horns, and deep, droning bass, people couldn't help but jam out and dance, and it only got rowdier as their set went on.
While the duo didn't have much of a stage presence, as the extent of their interaction with the crowd was limited to air rapping lyrics and awkward DJ dancing while trying to spin their songs, their beats did more than enough to get the crowd ready for the mosh pit that was about to occur as soon as Flosstradamus took the stage.
Between sets, my friends and I were having a conversation about how even though GTA's set was awesome, we wished the bass was just a tad deeper and/or louder. As soon as Flosstradamus took the stage, we ate our words.
The bass was massive. So massive that the leg hair on the back of my calves began to vibrate uncontrollably and I really couldn't help but jump around.
The band ran onto stage in full kevlar suits with their signature triangle logo plastered all over them, brandishing massive black and white flags and hanging off of the post-apocalyptic 20 ft. tall crinkled tin set as strobe lights exploded all over the room. Cries of "They hit the club and turn the crowd to a mosh pit" came blasting through the speakers as a set of huge body-builder looking dudes without shirts on started a full on, life-threatening mosh pit in the middle of the floor.
It was like that, except way sweatier, and way more turnt, or PLUNRT as the hype men for the band proclaimed. As the night progressed, and the crowd got rowdier and rowdier, everyone just started to have more and more fun.
Random people were dancing all over each other, and it was the ultimate judgement free zone as a crowd of hundreds of people just let all the stresses of finals go for a few hours and conceded to having a great time together. The lights were incredible, and the band had a stage presence unlike any artist I had seen live before. He demanded we have a great time going bonkers, and was not going to accept any other outcome than that.
While some people have preconceived notions of trap music and its rowdy crowds, I can assure you the experience is entirely what you make of it. I was nervous at first, and honestly expected to be slightly annoyed by the loud music and pushy crowd, but once I just let myself be entertained by an amazing performance and accepted my horrible dancing, it was an awesome experience I will not soon forget.
This bio is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter, it's all good baby baby