Art, fashion, video games and Oli XL collide at Trauma Bar und Kino with unexpected results.
Having been exposed to a lot of disappointing work at the intersection of art and technology over the years, descriptions like "science-fiction narrative" and "real-time virtual worlds" can read as kind of a red flag. So when I eventually reached the door and was instructed by a bouncer to shut off my phone's Wi-Fi, my expectations were subdued. But as I entered the room to scantily clad alien creatures clawing at my ankles, I was finally faced with a legitimate example of "world-building."
Motion sensors in the aliens' sportswear triggered intricate, post-apocalyptic animations projected on the walls. Every nook and cranny was cordoned off into little terrariums full of shiny bugs, gravel and hanging bags of oyster-like mushrooms. The performance peaked with a group of dancers in inflated PVC snoods throwing themselves at each other in a ceremonial and confrontational dance. Drinking a beer while you watch fit aliens wrestle each other to the floor under the gaze of a bunch of giant upholstered beetles is enough to make even the most forward-thinking raver feel like a bit of a country bumpkin. But once I became numb to the surreality of QT, UR, EA, curated by artists Mary-Audrey Ramirez and LUKAS8K, the event revealed itself to be a refreshingly accessible take on these subjects.
As the performance came to a close, the Los Angeles- and Berlin-based artist bod [包家巷] took the first stab at transitioning things into a club night with a cheeky DJ set that oscillated between laidback hip-hop bangers and startling donks. The crowd started thinning out as those who'd been there since 9 PM lost steam, but the passion remained. When the Swedish producer and DJ Oli XL dove in with post-jungle and UK rave classics, feet flew off the ground and arms noodled through the air. During a particularly enlightened moment, he threw down "Where's Your Head At" by Basement Jaxx, and I was gleefully reminded that at the end of the day, we're all just monkeys with turntables. With that, it was time to grab my coat and leave behind one dystopian world for another.
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Kitty Lee Schumacher