
Baring witness to Doorly’s set was the highlight of Sunday’s show at the Commodore. Doorly, who rolled sans shmancy laptop equipment, brought mid 90’s pop samples and a dirty-low tempo. He kept a healthy-sized crowd fumbling around the dance floor, despite the time creeping past midnight and the headliner yet to hit the stage.

Unfortunately, after the Doorly set ended, the throes of poopy-faces emerged and wondered where Rusko was.

Somewhere between midnight and 1 a.m., the people with Monday morning jobs went home to bed; Rusko played for the dissipated, die-hard crowd. For those who were oblivious to the clock, his usual pop-twerkings sparked some serious dance floor grind.

Rusko’s set provided what was expected: rising sirens peaking at breaking glass sound effects, with low, spastic bass-wobbles. His voice, which I wasn’t expecting to hear much of, occasionally shouted short ‘n’ sweet nothings over tracks. He apparently expected his audience to understand these mumbled sentences, as these outbursts were sometimes comically accompanied by a cheeky visage.

Late set times aside, I learned that even the Commodore, with its grandiose dimensions, will shaketh like the back of your high school friend’s subwoofed car— if you fill it with enough bass. Also, I realized that kids, who claim to hate the Granville Street Hustle, would brave that locus of the Weekend Warriors if it includes a bit of raunchy bass on the Sabbath. Lucky for them, Doorly was tight. Too bad (for them) Rusko hit the stage way past bedtime.
words: Jenna-Kali Kirouac photos: Alana McDowell
Rusko – Da Cali Anthem
Marina and The Diamonds – I Am Not A Robot (Doorly Remix)
Dj Dracke Danny Producer – Heart Broken (Expendable Youth Remix)
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