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Bassnectar's Seattle Family Photo
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The Paramount Theatre

Saturday, Feb. 5

If there's one thing you can say about Bassnectar, aka Santa Cruz electro artist

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Bassnectar Melts Minds and Rattles Chest Cavities at His Paramount Theatre Appearance

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Bassnectar's Seattle Family Photo
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The Paramount Theatre

Saturday, Feb. 5

If there's one thing you can say about Bassnectar, aka Santa Cruz electro artist Lorin Ashton, its that he loves his fans almost at the fanatical level at which they love him--apparent through his "family photo" tradition. But judging by the the throngs of of bassheads--and their inordinate amount of glow sticks, dreadlocks, and body paint--who (wisely) spent the opening sets in the Paramount's lobby, that same love was not shared for opening acts Filastine and SuperDre.

Though Bassnectar was mostly a distant silhouette of flailing chest-length hair for a majority of his early-starting but respectably long set, the massive speaker setup made it feel as though he was much closer--specifically, like he was punching you repeatedly in the chest. And then again in the eardrums.

As with any good electro show, the near-visible torrents of sound are only the beginning of the sensory overload. Bassnectar's light show is legendary, and in addition to the massive strobes a video screen flashed images ranging from snack-food logos to footage of Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin.

Listing off the samples and hooks mixed into his heavy-hitting set would have been a difficult task based on sheer numbers, but became an impossible one upon realizing that no one, notebook or otherwise, was immune to the facemelting amp power. And that was both the beauty and the curse: The show was a completely mindless experience, something you don't think about, just feel.

But almost a year to the day of his previous appearance in Seattle (at Showbox SoDo) and in the wake of last night's announcement that Bassnectar will also grace the Sasquatch! Festival, it's clear that the vibe he blasts through speakers cranked to an unholy decibel is enough to keep his stock on a solid rise.

The Crowd: No one embodied the spirit more than the shoulder-seated girl in nothing but a see-through leotard and matching neon-pink leggings and bra.

Personal Bias: I was significantly less "elevated" than a majority of the other concertgoers, and I have a sneaking suspicion I would've lasted longer on the floor if I'd indulged beyond the bar.

 
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