The Electronic Dance Music Night is one of the most awaited nights of the Indian EDM circuit. The show was opened by Van Moon, who got the crowd in the zone (read zoon) really soon and made sure they had fun (read foon). He was followed by headliners Wolf Pack, a Belgian DJ duo. After a considerable delay in entry, the ravers and cravers took to the SR grounds with irradiant arm and leg bands marking the various human vestiges distributed in the dark.

EDM night served well as 3 hours of bright lights, loud sounds, and deep ‘vibe’rations. Van Moon’s set was a good fit for Indian audiences and connected well with the crowd which was primarily his home crowd of Delhi bois and girls. After an exciting hour of wub wub and jumping around, the crowd was significantly hyped for the duo from the land of french fries, Belgium. When the latter finally came onstage, they lived up to the hype.

Wolf Pack kept up the tempo, with a variety of beats that took inspiration from different parts of the world. They occasionally served as hype men for themselves, by shouting profanities loudly over the microphone. The music was so loud that the reporter’s right ear hurt and he had to plug his ears, which made concentrating on the experience difficult. The audience, however, wasn’t in a proper condition to appreciate the fine intricacies of this art form. A few audience members were prepared to joust, only the horses were replaced by ardent boyfriends and lances replaced by selfie sticks. The rest of the crowd was there too.

The Wolf Pack duo did a very good job of keeping the audience engaged, occasionally organizing activities for them. At one point, they insisted that the attendees crouch, presumably to jump up, but failed to motivate enough people. Another notable instance was the “eight step”, a team building activity to promote conformity and camaraderie. Friends were asked to hold shoulders and jump eight steps to the left followed by another eight to the right, reminiscent of the pre-school era.

As the day of the Spook dawned, the intensity did not let up, with countless bass drops and sicc (sic) beats. The Belgian duo at one point even slipped in a Punjabi section, drawing an enthusiastic response. Snatches of recognizable songs appeared, (the late King of Pop had a cameo) but only for a few seconds, before the music warped into the duo’s own compositions. Though most songs followed a similar structure, with beats building up into heavy bass drops, there was an enjoyable nuance to some of the songs. All in all, it was a nice evening to spend; a musical equivalent of a Burger Royale with cheese, and a massive tub of deep fried chicken wings with barbecue sauce slathered liberally on top.