Where my ravers at?? And I don’t mean the new, brostep loving, hula hooping club kids that are attempting to pass themselves off as real badman ravers. I don’t even mean the late 90’s/early aughts ravers with their clownishly large pants, over-consumption of chemicals and candy bracelet aesthetics. The term has been around since the 60’s for someone that stays up and goes hella hard in the dance alllllll night. Might get throwed in one way or anuva (or a combo of sorts) but yr basically in the building to go hard with yr friends and have a twirl or 2 hundred on the dance floor.
I think Mascara know WTF I’m talking about with this beasty club kid refix of that tastily o F F choon. Rewind selector. BLAM BLAM!
A double blam blamming? Ya damn str8. Mascara summed up my love for the dance with slowed and throwed rave footage and a mellow stepping, yet intensity building, send up of the o F F choon Let You Know. RaveRDie/Rave4Ever.