I reduce the men to a sea of side parts and short sleeve button downs and the women to clumps of Brandy Melville and American Apparel. This is hands down the cleanest crowd I’ve ever been apart of at a show, but I’m not remotely surprised. Fishnets and arm candy are unwelcome at this sweet little sanction of smooth synths. Flume at The Observatory provides a place of refuge for Orange County’s closet EDM fans to indulge in a classy controlled form of electronic music.
When I heard Flume was making an appearance in my neck of the woods before playing in Los Angeles, I knew I’d dig it. The sold out Sunday night show in Orange County did more than save me an obnoxious commute. Until Flume, I’d never seen a show here where everyone in the crowd was vibing on the same level. Shows are always dampened with awkward adolescents, judgmental bastards and random psychopaths. Not Flume though. We all came here to see and hear this lovely Aussie beat his beats, drum his drums and pretend to understand what he’s saying through his accent.
The opening DJ hit us with some similar sounds and a rework of Sango’s “Me de Amor” and the crowd of top knots and crop tops was really feeling it. He threw in a few more familiar songs sprinkled with his own funk before we all grew slightly to morbidly impatient. At 10:30 p.m., Flume walked on stage with a smirk and opened with “Sleepless.” Smart move. Upon immediate recognition, the audience brushed off the hour and a half of anticipation with jumps, screams, sways and smiles.
Shortly after “Sleepless,” he dropped a Major Lazer “Get Free” rework with a bassline I wouldn’t normally expect from little Flume. It gave us a glimpse into what he could do, but often chooses not to do. After a few fluid transitions between “Holdin’ On” and “Insane,” he quickly reminded us of who we came to see. Flume knows how to play a crowd. Nobody wants to slowly sway back and forth for two hours and he makes damn sure we don’t by incorporating our favorite rap songs into our favorite Flume songs. For some reason I didn’t expect him to play “The Greatest View,” but when he did I remembered when I briefly desired a tattoo that read, “The greatest view is you,” because I hoped to one day feel that way about somebody. Thank god I didn’t, but I’m still into the song.
After thanking the audience, he leaves the stage and not a single person is ready for the show to conclude. We all chant, “One more song, one more song” before he returns to drop his last song, “Left Alone.” It was a great show and, yeah, he played Lorde’s “Tennis Court.”