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Issue date: 3/13/08
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Justice feeds the bass-hungry hipsters at Sonar

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Mehdi nailed one track after another, flooring the crowd which, for the most part, had never heard of him. Included in Mehdi's set was a remix of Daft Punk's "One More Time," acknowledging his Parisian forebearers' influence. Of course, Mehdi and the crowd made the obligatory hand pyramids. Later, he chose to use sexual female moaning to transition between two songs late in his set - to the audience's boundless amusement. We were sad to see him end his set, but with the promise of Justice, we got over it.

Justice opened, appropriately, with "Genesis," unveiling their iconic glowing cross, at which point the crowd went into what would be an hour-long state of hysteria. The expected surge toward the stage came quickly and with particular force, leaving some of us wedged sideways between larger concertgoers. We had our hands in the air - not just because of the rapturous influence of the music, but due to the fact that there was no room to leave them at our sides. And we loved it.

Sweaty hipster hairdos, dropped or thrown alcohol and the fluid from broken glow-sticks combined to form a sticky techno glaze over the mob. Track after track, Justice only improved on what were already excellent beats. Excellent remixes of "The Party" and "We Are Your Friends" stood out, but the tracks were mashed, mixed, and overlapped so thoroughly, it is difficult to define a favorite "song" among the fused beats of the set.

And of course, the bass - the sweet, sweet bass erupted from the stage, eliciting inaudible laughs from those around me. It filled us, moved us and sent us reeling. Justice intentionally played with the low end of the sound spectrum, giving us long, droning periods of bass, prompting the less enthusiastic to cover their ears in pain and turn away. We junkies, however, raised our chests and drank in every moment.

Justice provided the standard encore, which rocked just as hard as the rest of their set. They finished, leaving our ears ringing and legs sore from jumping for upwards of 90 minutes. We shuffled towards the exit.

Outside, I happened upon a fellow addict. I was coming down from the high, and the cold air didn't help. I waved hello.

"Hey, you going to the MSTRKRFT concert on Wednesday?" she asked. I knew I shouldn't, but I was already looking for my next fix.
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