You see this “over los angeles?” DJ JOHN BROOKLYN just hosted a flier-only rave on a comet above the city of angels recently, and the whole city joined below. People slugging shots of Kool-Aid on they faces, drenching themselves in red, and sweating all sorts of dyes. Bunk-bed horny humps bumping the neighborhood development into cult levels of abstract, but not really and chill. A distant beat during its arc that pulsates like a tail of space dust that’s really just an accumulation of every dance move in existence being performed all at once. A fine ass looking twerk that has nothing to do with this music, but everything to do with the end of this wave of house nonsense that’s now on the coat tails of DJ JOHN BROOKLYN’s reign of fire. Screwdrivers with razor blades in ‘em and people saying that it’s a faux pas after Halloween: GO FUCK YOURSELF. You saw what happened “over los angeles” recently and it’s not like anybody gave DJ JOHN BROOKLYN no credit. Boii fronted CENTURIES of skrill for this party. Shit was so private they faxed the invite via telekinesis. You feel that?