Rumspringa @ The Echoplex (Fuck Yeah Fest)
LA Record

Heaven and Hell set battle to one another for the last set of Fuck Yeah Fest. Indian Jewelry were upstairs in the dark damp Echo, a perfect environment for demons sent from below, and Rumspringa were the sweet cherubs in the glowing halls of the Echoplex. Satan is appealing, sexy, and voracious; he is the master of fable and not of explanation. And watching ’ÄúIndian Jewelry’Äù is the same: it’Äôs an experience. You meet them, and then you leave, and you are forever changed. Rumspringa have the tunes that keep you humming days after you’Äôve heard them, but lack the visual spectacle of strobe lights, crowd surfing, and moving pictures courtesy of Ira Cohen. It was unfair that the two were paired off against one another, for who is going to sit and hear good music while there is an orgy going on upstairs? Do you listen to the serpent’Äôs charm and eat the forbidden fruit of Eden, or do you stay forever innocent and boundless? Indian Jewelry is not for those of you feeling mentally unfit’Äîthey will score your nightmares, and if you are not ready, they will push you into darkest realms of your imagination. Rumspringa, on the other hand, are safe’Äîyou have nothing to fear. Take both pleasures, and eat the forbidden fruit and never forget your innocence. This was the charm of walking between both group’Äôs sets’Äîseeing the distinction between the kingdom above and the kingdom below.
(DR)

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