Throughout the first night of Hard Day of the Dead at the Pomona Fairplex, a new sound tore through the air. It was the shriek of fans, strapped to a cable 100 feet high, barreling down a zipline over the tens of thousands of ravers below.
More than any new bass drop or drum pattern, the defining sound of Hard Day of the Dead on Saturday was dance music fans longing for a sense of danger.
Over the last decade, electronic music events have grown from a weird and marginal subculture to a highly polished, corporate-sponsored concert circuit. The edge hasn’t just been taken off. It’s been purposefully removed.
This is music that’s supposed to feel...