As dark set in, the bass evolved into a driving rhythm and the dance floor pulsated while smoke billowed out from the sides of the stage.
When Loco Dice took over, taking a perch atop a huge spaceship-like DJ pod (think Lite Brite on mushrooms), the energy stepped up yet another notch. He started the set with a fat gummy-bear bouncing beat. He gave a physical performance, shoving his gear and bending our ears with chainsaw sounds.
The younger people on the dance floor, their eyelids shiny, munched on lit-up pacifiers, smoked cigarette after cigarette, and jumped on the mounds of trash gathering under their feet. A middle-aged woman with mom-jeans and dumps like a truck spun glow sticks at the back of the stage... poorly. Teens hopped onto each others' shoulders, pumped their fists, and screamed like maniacs.
Then the legend himself took over the ship. True to Cox's Ultra 2010 aesthetic, tight-bodied dancers in fishnets and metallic lingerie emerged from the wings of the stage.
"I'm a big Carl Cox fan," said Nicolas Hutchins while dancing at the front of the pack. A consultant from San Francisco, he came in for his first Ultra this year. "He's the king. He should be wearing a crown," he declared.
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