III Points' Boiler Room in Wynwood: So HAM, It Got the Hosts Effing Evicted (Video)
Have you ever been to a party that went so HAM, the hosts got effing evicted?
We have, but it wasn't just any damn Wynwood loft party. It was a beat-freaking Boiler Room, the locals-only III Points edition that went down after James Murphy's Point Blank set.
After a week of editing or so, the videos are finally available in all their sweaty glory. Performances from Pirate Stereo, Will Buck, Dude Skywalker, Chalk, and Oscar G with Lazaro Casanova made this the ultimate Boiler Room Miami deserves.
Locals only ... International players can suck a dee.
Something like 200 fierce and fabulous hipster socialites crammed into the third-story space off of NW 25th Street. You had to pull some serious rank just to get in the damn place, as what was meant to be an invite-only gathering caught social wind. Miami was in full-effect.
Once inside the gate, you climbed three flights of concrete stairs and followed the trail of wet and wide-eyed faces. The music pumped through the hall, you turned a corner and stepped through the double-doors into the darkest, dankest house party you've ever seen. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It was really real.
"In this game, you're always looking to Boiler Room as the flagship of what we're doing. It's the standard," said Pirate Stereo, who opened the night. He models his own work with the Slap and Tickle crew off of the vibe the famed Boiler Room sets provide. "For us to be up and coming, based out of Miami, to have the opportunity to do that, the word is 'surreal.'"
Boiler Room bills itself as "the world's leading underground music show." Founded in March of 2010, it has since become one of the most respected names in real down-hard dance music. With a few small crews around the world, some GoPros and some lights, they bring the best up-and-coming, underground and internationally recognized talent into the living rooms of people around the globe. Characterized by dark, cramped scenes and a no-nonsense about-the-music mentality, their live-streams and recorded offerings are the stuff of social-climber wet-dreams.
It was rowdy as fuck. The place was a mess, but for both the hosts and the partiers, there was no room to care. Bottles were passed around, the kitchen was entirely raided, joints blew up everywhere, and you can imagine what all other manner of substances made the rounds. Everywhere you turned was a drenched body, twisting and turning in the dark, dancing on the sticky floor, making out or laughing or getting high. It was rather magical.
After Pirate Stereo kicked things off, Will Buck let loose on the decks, followed by Dude Skywalker, Chalk, and rounded out by local legends Oscar G and Lazaro Casanova. In the past, Miami has played host to a Boiler Room or two, but never had the city been given the chance to showcase its own talent to its own people in its own gritty streets.