Around 7 a.m. Saturday, as the pink and orange dawn ascended over Sunrise Mountain, two exhausted-looking bros walked out of the Las Vegas Motor Speedway.
Shirtless, board-shorted and weary behind their aviator sunglasses, they’d made it through the first night of the Electric Daisy Carnival, the dance-music bacchanal that has become America’s largest multiday music festival.
One guy turned to the other as they walked to their car in the dusty parking lot. “Bro,” he said, “I don’t know if EDC is ready for two more days of me.”
True words, bro. Because therein lies the real pleasure of this sprawling, messy, neon-ravaged gathering of the tribes (state-school fratties,...