Johnny N.
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My friend Millan is a music writer, and he texted me on Saturday saying "yoo I got a plus 1 to a concert monday you want to join?" Absolutely, I'm always down for a plot and to get out of the crib on a Monday night.
He informed me we would be seeing The Hellp, who I had never heard of but he told me "This is gonna be an experience. They have a crazy following..." and damn, he wasn't lyin.
After grabbing a couple $3 Sapporo beers from the Japanese spot, we set off on foot to Irving Plaza. When we arrived, there was a sea of people in line with leather jackets, skinny jeans, mini skirts, studded belts, nose rings, etc. Everyone looked like a variation of the same thing.
I leaned over to Milan and asked "what's up with the leather jackets?" - "That's their thing. They're bringing leather jackets back. It's a cultural phenomenon. You'll see."
We got to the front of the line and I need to shout out to this security team. They are actually checking bags and even pressed me over what was in an open Zyn container I had in my bag. They do a better job than TSA does these days, on my mama. TSA be slacking.
We had All Access passes (light flex), and after going to the VIP section and backstage for the opener, Millan leaned to me and said "Okay, we gotta go down and get with the crowd."
"You wanna go down there?" I said pointing to the crowd that had just been going INSANE for the opener, implying that I wanted to stay upstairs on the railing and ample space. "We gotta experience it with the PEOPLE!" he said. I respected that on a spiritual level, and we went downstairs and forced our way to the middle of the crowd at 8:58pm.
When The Hellp came on at 9:10, I felt like I was thrown into the middle of a rough ocean. People were losing their minds, surging in unpredictable aggressive motions. I lost Millan in the first 10 seconds. The $16 Modelo in my hand didn't stand a CHANCE.
Just as I was like "F it I'm here I'll just match this energy," Millan finds me while pointing to the back with a huge smile on his face, "We gotta get outta here." After we get back upstairs he goes, "That's not the kind of moshpit you want to be in. Those surges are dangerous."
After finding a nice comfy spot on the railing, I got to really take in the experience that was before my eyes. The Hellp is made up of 2 members, both white dudes with shaggy hair, skinny jeans, and leather jackets. Each have little boards in front of them with knobs to mess with the effects, one of them singing.
It's hard to even fit them into a genre, which I thought was kind of cool. They really are doing their own thing. Naturally as a human, I was trying to make a connection of "Oh they sound like so and so," but I couldn't do it. They are completely their own sound. If I had to try and categorize them, I'd say electronic pop punk? But even that doesn't feel right.
The thing I couldn't get over, is you could never see their faces. They were backlit, so all you could see was their silhouettes as they performed and messed up their hair between every song. The one time the lights came on and showed their faces for half a second, the singer yelled "Aye turn those f****** lights off!"
They didn't interact with the crowd at all, other than screaming "NEW YORK" into the microphone once. They are all about the music. I'm not a music writer, but in a weird alternate universe kind of way, this show reminded me of Kanye West performing 808s front to back at the Hollywood Bowl. He didn't interact with the crowd once. He just showed up, gave his soul into the performance and left. No fluff, no extra stuff.
This performance was the opposite of what you think of when you think of a rockstar. And, I think that is exactly what makes these two 2024s version of rockstars.
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