BY ANNE ROYSTON
As the DJs quietly set up at Perry’s, the crowd thinned out to find beer or bathrooms or just take a breath. But the first droning sounds brought them right back. As that well-known digital voice intoned “Flaawwss … tradahmusss,” the crowd flocked to the front of the stage like flies to honey. Flosstradamus are the kind of DJs you dream of having at your party: They don’t let the beats stop for a moment, and they liberally pepper their set with shout-outs to Chicago and Chicago-based artists like Kid Sister.
The audience was similarly full of love, waving hands non-stop in the air. Near the front a blow-up doll gaily danced along. No wonder, then, that the hour passed like a minute. Among the big names that inevitably come with a big-name festival (and we’re not complaining, mind you) it felt good to have one of our own represent.