Emily Witt’s memoir of Brooklyn's rave scene accomplishes something that even the cynical among us cannot deny: It will make you want to go dancing.

Explaining the rave scene and the appeal thereof has always been an uphill battle.

  • Che Banana@beehaw.org
    2·
    4 days ago

    It’s got everything, a replica of Marlon Brando fisting an iguana, Shamu in a pool with Herbie Hancock, Ice Cube, Ice T and an Ice cream truck filled with cocaine.