Motorboater

I made my way up front to find a corkscrew haired, ripped jean-clad kid in the corner hovering over a Mac laptop. Meanwhile a curled up form sitting on the stage fiddled with some lights. Moments later, some dark house beats started thumping, lights were flashing and people were instantly dancing. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that I liked it. All I heard was electro madness that thudded in my head and a sound that was both bright and haunting.