HOLY SHIP SETS THE PRECEDENT FOR EXPECTING THE BEST OF THE UNEXPECTED OUT AT SEA
Headed towards a dark, musty room with a dull purple neon sign hanging above that reads Spiegel, Mixmag follows a girl dressed in all white as she wanders in, trailing behind the mysterious girl’s unicorn plush, which is tied securely to her waist. She takes both hands and grabs the first speaker she finds, using it to hold herself up as she cranks and whips her neck to the pounding beats of Sage Armstrong, who stands behind a deck just a few feet in front of her.
With her head dropped and unicorn plush bouncing in time off her rear, she probably hasn’t even noticed that Sage has one hand on the mic as he sings the vocals live for his own track. Rumbling in the deepest tone possible, he chants: “She’s dancin’ with her ass out.” And she most definitely is.
Moments later, there’s a guy holding up the line as he asks every passing person to sign his robe, which has, unsurprisingly, begun to run out of space. The Sharpie is moving off his clothes and over to his face now. We find ourselves absolutely squashed into an elevator that’s bound to be over capacity. Shoulder-to-shoulder with a fellow dressed as a bear, another dressed as the Disney creature Stitch and a pair in blindingly bright Hawaiian print button-downs – all at various levels of intoxication – someone begins a “Holy Ship” chant and there’s no escaping the laughs until you’ve reached your desired floor.