"The first thing you lose is your sense of time. The party’s been going on for three hours – or is it four? – but it doesn’t matter at this point. The descent has already begun." This is the most succinct way to sum up RBMA Weekender. The days bleed into each other and the parties start to seem like one long jol instead.
We landed and hit the ground running. 100 miles per hour. After finding a corner in the production office to stash our gear; we were on the street prowling Braamfontein for faces, characters, and the kind of people that bring it to life. After a day in the city there is possibly no better way to close it than the experience that is Bassline. The club is a black hole, lit only by the Red Bull emblem dangling above Admiral & Jahseed (save for some neon lights that snake into the ceiling) - it's heaving with sweating bodies, plumes of smoke and thick, thick bass. Men and women fill the venue wall-to-wall, form-fitting dresses meet pleated pants as sneakers squeak in chorus and sweat covers everything.
For the whole night, it's Admiral & Jahseed expounding positivity in take-away one-liners over ragga and dancehall tunes. The music fills the room, finding the corners as the words pull at the lithe bodies, moving to-and-fro; inhibitions disintegrate as the dancehall rhythms ooze from the stage.
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