Humans after all

In an unbelievable continuance of events, the Post-Chromeo shenanigans delivered almost as much, if not more, sensory delights than the main event itself. Graciously invited to the official after party by a Mr. Ewan Forest (many thanks again), NLG found themselves in an makeshift art demo warehouse, surrounded by metal sculptures, aerodynamic haircuts, and a piece of bicycle powered artwork to match the spider vehicle parked outside. We were in 1960’s Paris, east Berlin, and a dive bar in Rio all at the same time. In fact, the Bowen Island Cream Ale cans were the only thing that reminded us we were still in Vancouver, and they were flowing like water thanks entirely to former track star D.H. Lawerence’s heroic half-marathon sprint—his second of the night—to the gas station cashback.

As if our appetites for musical confections were not perfectly sated by the Chromeo concert, the opening DJs at this venue endeavored to feed us an gourmet four-course meal, from Paul Simon's "You Can Call Me Al" to the musical equivalent of duck confit—“Naïve Melody”. Demonstrated by one female’s garish response to Gene’s controversial use for a plaid button-up shirt, this tune turned up the heat on the simmering hedonism of the crowd and had us sweating with anticipation for the main act.

Enter Humans. Although their name suggests civilization and development, the duo of Robbie and Peter played such explosive party music they had the crowd acting like Cro-Magnon cavemen. Seemingly armed with instruments that would have difficulty making noise in a library, and having delirious revelers literally draped over them while playing, the question of how these homo sapiens made so much noise that was so good still baffles us…though at the time it had us shooting no look ten-gun salutes to every human in sight. Peter’s beats were so slick and Robbie’s vocals so remarkably clean that for a second we thought we found a solution for oil spills. However, on this night, the only thing that was being spilled was the sheer exuberance from the Humans’ set—captured by such explosive NLG’s from the band after the show (see above) that we are still sneezing gunpowder.