Sydney Sweeney and her football boobs flash across a digital billboard advertising something that’s totally not a gambling site across the street from the arena where the Lakers, Kings and Sparks all play. We had just seen Digger at the L.A. Live Regal, a weekday afternoon screening to a crowd of, maybe, 10 people. The movie skewers corporate America to the extent that you might leave thinking that its status as a box office bomb is a part of a conspiracy.
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A little more than an hour had passed since Caravan Palace launched into their set at The Novo on Monday night. The French group, a trio in the studio now six people strong on stage, had already pumped up the crowd with a near-seamless mix of older tunes, like their version of “Black Betty,” and material from last year’s album, Gangbusters Melody Club. The stage was now saturated in blue light that moved like a wave as singer Zoé Colotis talked the audience.
“Let’s get crazy for a while. Forget all your troubles, just spread good energy and craziness,” she told the crowd.
White lights burst from the strobes, pulsating with the beat that had just kicked the crowd in the pants. They pumped their hands in the air and jumped in unison. The floor vibrated. My phone started to shake as I tried to record video.
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