Just as terrible and boring and underachieving as I feared it might be, no matter how much I went in hoping something would surprise me. Maybe I wouldn’t see a pyro-laden spectacle of epic proportions — though is a laser too much to ask? — but at least a highly memorable party that kept me bouncing as much as ROTFLing.
That’s not as ludicrous an expectation as you might think, you haters (I’m admittedly one). As dopey as LMFAO’s music is — often deliberately so — the duo’s opening sets for better peers in recent years suggested potential for sheer escapist effed-up fun down the road, like Andrew W.K. with better wiener jokes.
Photos by Armando Brown, for the Orange County Register.
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