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Marshmello Meets Expectations at Plexapalooza

Walking into Plexapalooza, I had low expectations. I was confused. Marshmello is a producer and DJ who wears a white bucket over his head and spells his name incorrectly, which I found pretty strange. Granted, I don’t pretend to know anything about EDM music, and perhaps there is some greater artistic significance to these artistic choices to which I remained obtuse. I knew Marshmello creates beats or remixes songs, but how would that translate to a live show? Did it consist of pressing buttons in the right order? I’m sure I could do that. Regardless, I ponied up and headed into the Plex, ready to embrace the awaiting mosh pit.

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Throngs of jersey-clad boys and girls in various forms of metallic spandex were already enjoying the loud music. CAB was handing out white tank tops designed to look like Marshmello’s signature mask, which were illuminated under the flashing lights. Waving glow sticks in the air, the students around me started to dance, and I followed suit, in spite of myself.

The opening act was a DJ by the name of Zola, who played upbeat songs that seemed to blend into one another. He seemed to be doing his job, however, because those present were, for lack of a better word, raving.

Eventually, Marshmello graced the stage. I did not even notice the change between performers (perhaps I was in the bathroom), but at one point I looked up and there was a giant white bucket bopping around on stage. 

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Marshmello played various remixes of popular songs, sampling everything from Beyoncé to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The remixes were definitely crowd-pleasers, allowing people to get excited upon the realization that they knew the words to the songs they were dancing to.

Overall, the show was a success. Students got what they paid for: a fun night of dancing with their friends the rhythms and beats characteristic of EDM. While most of the songs blended together, it didn’t seem to phase the mass of students fist-pumping to the beat.

There is something to be said for crowd-pleasing. In a time where so much divides us, singing remixed pop songs, throwing glow sticks around, and moshing around the stage united the Boston College campus. I am still reluctant to condone a show that involves no live instrumentation or vocals, but I do approve of Marshmello’s ability to give the student body what they wanted.

I drink my coffee black and scalding but have yet to finish a cup of tea