The Assembly, August 20 - At first, the line-up of DJs was longer than the line of people queuing to get in, which meant that the opening electronic glitch-hop, maintaining a continuous Nintendo theme throughout, was only appreciated by a handful of fresh high-school graduates.
And while all these tracks seemed to morph into one long scratch of monotony, we were left with a sense of levelling up and winning.
T-Rexs and lilos were littered over the crowd as the venue finally started to come to life, and soon heads were banging in unison to the beats of P.H Fat.
Dressed in complete paradox of each other, the two vocalists transformed The Assembly into an animalistic zoo of insanity and it became difficult to distinguish between the screaming school kids and the dinosaurs.
By the time Jack Parow came on stage the venue was packed passed its capacity and all the new sardines joyously joined the sandwich that was us.
The crowd had come expecting and as Jack spewed out his filthiest of small-talk over them they stood in awe. From whatever northern depths this guy reigns from, he never fails to impress.
With the new trendsetting fashion that his performances entice, along with the blow-up memorabilia that was brought to the party, it became reminiscent of the kind of beach parties that the mense behind die Boerewors Curtain have.
Lisa Burnall is a regular contributor to YourLMG magazine. Do you have any live reviews to submit? You could win a Kalahari.net voucher - email your article of max 300 words (and photos) to music@channel24.co.za
And while all these tracks seemed to morph into one long scratch of monotony, we were left with a sense of levelling up and winning.
T-Rexs and lilos were littered over the crowd as the venue finally started to come to life, and soon heads were banging in unison to the beats of P.H Fat.
Dressed in complete paradox of each other, the two vocalists transformed The Assembly into an animalistic zoo of insanity and it became difficult to distinguish between the screaming school kids and the dinosaurs.
By the time Jack Parow came on stage the venue was packed passed its capacity and all the new sardines joyously joined the sandwich that was us.
The crowd had come expecting and as Jack spewed out his filthiest of small-talk over them they stood in awe. From whatever northern depths this guy reigns from, he never fails to impress.
With the new trendsetting fashion that his performances entice, along with the blow-up memorabilia that was brought to the party, it became reminiscent of the kind of beach parties that the mense behind die Boerewors Curtain have.
Lisa Burnall is a regular contributor to YourLMG magazine. Do you have any live reviews to submit? You could win a Kalahari.net voucher - email your article of max 300 words (and photos) to music@channel24.co.za