dead-eyed at deadmau5. Photo by Sam Eifling.
deadmau5
Nov. 10, The Village.
It’s not often that Little Rock has a chance to showcase its rave kids, an underground cult of disaffected vampires who congregate among the living at Discovery or the occasional midweek DJ set before slinking back to their glowstick-lit coffin chambers. To them, Tuesday night’s deadmau5 show must have been a revelation, because they turned out en masse and in force. The Village became a zoo of muscle Ts and haltertops and faux-fur legwarmers, tattoos and piercings, Rainbow Brited-up Candy Ravers and their baggy-jeaned boyfriends, many nursing some kind of buzz, several straight tripping balls, a few twirling LED lights on strings to weave tiny galaxies inside the dark igloo-shaped ex-theater. Aggression melts, motion takes hold, sleeves are for the weak, when the beat drops they feel no pain at all.