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| If you don't have one half decent song, worry not. Give them some balloons, their festival going arses love themselves some balloons. |
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| Oh my Gaaawd, JARED! I mean JESUS. |
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| And here comes JESUS with the Hungarian flag. So touching. Why do I have an eerie feeling he'll be playing at least one Hungarian festival next summer too? Hell. All of them. For he is JESUS. I may let him off the hook a little if he turns Soproni into Pilsner Urquell. Or liquid gold. |
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| And then here comes JESUS with a HALO. |
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| JESUS is gone, only to be replaced by Steve Aoki, ready to mash your brains into pulp with some repetitive thumps and oinks. No picture of Steve himself, he's a bore with a laptop. (He does also try a bit of a Jesus look, but that is sadly less efficient when you're Asian.)This young man seems to enjoy him just fine though. The follies of youth. |
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| And this young lady got caked. Yes, Steve made her crawl her way up to the stage then smashed a giant whipped cream cake into her face. Her Warholian fifteen seconds. Steve also squirted some champagne onto the audience. Now that's Freud. |
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| We won't be hard on her liking Steve, good accessories go a long way. |
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| Flower crowns are a bit yesterday, but you're forgiven if you do it well. |
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| We love VOLT. Not even JESUS and Steve can spoil it. |
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