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the thick of it, and we spend a lot of it in the haven of Fader Fort lolling around in the sun as both temperatures and the festival population swell for the weekend. Traversing the streets quickly becomes tedious due to a dangerous amount of over-crowding and the drunken aggression it brings out in people. We eventually make our way past many street fights and vomiting casualties to successfully end the night with Bicep, and momentarily lose ourselves in a pumping house and techno set that spans the decades. Most people are off to find an afterparty, and there are of course loads on, but three nights of minimal sleep have taken their toll so we return to a blissfully empty house for our first proper sleep of the week.
Austin is a ghost town on Saturday morning and provides our well-rested crew with the opportunity to drive across town and have our first sit-down meal of the week at the delicious locavore restaurant, Hillside Farmacy. Feeling less like SXSDeath than before, we head back to Elysium for the early part of the evening for a showcase from Moog and Switched On, an amazing local synthesiser shop that never fails to eat up DJ Mag’s time and dollars each year. Survive, Kontravoid, and Xeno & Oaklander all play fantastic coldwave-infused sets on drool-worthy analogue set- ups and vintage drum machines. My vintage gear-porn needs satiated, we head down the street to Boiler Room for the final hurrah.
This year saw the Boiler Room crew temporarily leave their normal houseparty vibe and move to a cavernous venue where multiple stages, teeth-rattling bass, and a slew of branded projections complement the busy line- up on for the evening. We unfortunately miss Mount Kimbie, but get to see high energy sets from Death Grips, BAAUER b2b with RL Grime, and Skream.
The next two days are sheer summertime bliss as Austin empties out and goes back to being a sleepy, relaxing destination surrounded by nature. We eat like kings for cheap, get our Texan tourist kicks at a nearby rodeo, go to the nearby Barton Springs for a swim, and work on our tans. Finally we head to the airport and slump into
Richie Hawtin
our seats to the news that a massive snowstorm is hitting New York City. Words can’t quite describe the depths of our comedown as we disembark the plane
into a Big Apple blizzard still only wearing shorts and vests... ZARA WLADAWSKY
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