Ghostland Observatory -

The cape, the lasers, the smog - it's a resurrection of sorts. For the spirit of the city, for the essence of dance and grooving and rubbing against people in a giant, heaving crowd. Yes, Ghostland Observatory bring out the best in people and perhaps, the world, spinning on its axis, brings out the spirit in the duo who spit loud beats and howl at the top of their lungs, capturing the crowd like flies on a stick piece of paper. Thank you Ghostland, for ending Saturday night on a high note. The Bates stage was still rattling the next morning.