It's 1 AM and I find myself on the Balcony of Webster Hall’s Grand Ballroom. The bar is a mob scene and the crowd is fanatic as the words “I want your body everybody wants your body, so let’s jack” ominously repeat every 4 seconds on the mega speakers. Vibration shakes every inch of the room as a symbiotic mix of low-end and body movement maintain a constant sensation that’s something between an aural massage trickling into the rest of my body - and a fear that the floor may collapse beneath me. “I think we’re about to die,” the girl beside me screams, “what a sick way to go!”
BrEaCh was indeed sick. For the next ten minutes rather than playing anything identifiable he made sinister ruptures of bass engulf the room. Luckily, the floors of Webster were sturdy enough to prevent BrEaCh from making a literal breach, but he sure as hell took advantage of the environment to create the illusion. Art is what we all just experienced, something I was not expecting this night. My Kudos goes to BrEaCh.
I order a glass of water and take a few sips to level myself back to reality. It’s almost time for Disclosure; time to sweat off the nerves with some simple dancing. Garage is now playing and this crowd is beautiful. Everyone is smiling and it seems like every New York scenester, club kid, photographer and their mother are in the building. A remix of “Help Me Lose my Mind” is played and I decide to stop thinking about the details and enjoy the moment. It’s sweet, and it continues to get sweeter with cool selections like “Inspector Norse” by Todd Terje and “Bring It” by Eigo. I’ve seen Disclosure several times and it definitely says something that I’d stay for this entire set that went well into the AM. It’s simple: they deliver every time with lovely music and a vibe that generates happy feeling. It sounds sappy, but the world just seems to be a better place with their music in it. The best part is, this is only the beginning for them. Cheers boys.
~ Nick Momeni