The line outside of Town Ballroom stretched back and security was tight as both men and women were patted down Sunday night. A giant floating cat head and technicolor lettering on the "The Camp Flog Gnaw" banner stretched across, setting the stage for Odd Future.
The room went from zero to ratchet the moment Taco came on stage to open. Before the show even started, the sweat already began to drip from people's bodies as the crowd intensely moshed about. The bells dinged and as the trap drums dropped the mass began thrashing and all screamed in unison "THAT'S DAT SHYT I DON'T LYKE!" Pushing hard, jumping and elbowing, I laughed wildly and although everyone's movements clashed with each other, somehow the group still dropped and dipped in an aggressively enjoyable way. The rest of the crew hadn't even came on stage and the energy was at a peak. Either the crew wouldn't live up to the high-energy expectations they opened with, or it was a message for the crowd to prepare themselves for what would entail; I expected the latter.
There was hardly a dip in energy. Roaring, it was a pit of cheers and mirrored screams when they performed "Transylvania." Each performance was heart-palpitating and the packed floor added to the degree of intensity. The deepened rips in my Vans are physical proof of the magnitude. Each time someone took out their iPhone to snap a picture or tweet there was an undeniable fear that it would be knocked from their grip.
The word "Golf" was inscribed in yellow Gothic lettering on Tyler, the Creator's flat brimmed green hat. He and the OF crew scurried around the stage between songs to pick up the absurd "gifts" the crowd threw towards them. A Dairy Queen card, a strapless bra, a 50 dollar bill and a mystery object that had the crew members laughing hysterically after Tyler went around showing each of them.
"Someone threw their driver's license up here! You're a dumb-ass. You need your drivers license."
Hodgy Beats and Domo Genesis, a couple of my favorites in the gang, did phenomenal. During "Turnt Down" people pushed and shoved while crowd surfers were yanked down by security guards. Occasionally someone from Wolf Gang would take a running start at the crowd and dive into a sea of hands.
The show got wildly ignorant during "Bitch Suck Dick," in a good way. They singled out a mother that was in the crowd and pointed out that it was a little awkward to be singing about "punching bitches" in front of her. "My mom doesn't like the song either!" a crew member yelled, "my mom does" yelled Left Brain.
Admittedly performing off-the-cuff they would goof around with each other as they do on their Adult Swim sketch comedy show Loiter Squad. "Flight of the bumblebee!" one of them yelled as they talked amongst themselves trying to figure out their next song then progressed into a Drumline joke ("One band, one sound!") Tyler grabbed a sign from a girl that had writing scribbled on both sides; the one said "Taco, it's my birthday!" the other side with a tye-dye background said "Tyler, I like cheese." After receiving the sign, Taco ran from the laptop to shake the fangirl's hand.
"I thought Buffalo was gonna be some kind of suburb," said Tyler. He said that as the crew was on their way into the Queen City, he had no idea how hood it was. After his voice was mostly gone, he began a Buffalo chant toward the end of the show.
After their last song, each member went around with their phone snapping pictures of the audience and themselves. They all took their shirts off and tossed them into the crowd and each shirt landed on a small group that was jumping and grabbing at the air like bridesmaids and a bouquet at a wedding.