With every lull in the set’s breakneck pace, he would beckon the back of the crowd forward with two fingers and his nose upturned in affectation. It was a cringeworthy move typical of his off-putting persona, and—despite the band’s elegant delivery and technical prowess—I couldn’t help but feel complicit in what I felt was the collective response from the over-21 crowd not already pressed against the stage: “We’re fine here, thanks.”
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