“Early Life Crisis” flashed on the screen. A manic mixture of disorder and awe gripped the crowd. Already, dozens of people were practically running out of the show. The die hard cult following, being guided by a “pit crew,” had already formed a circle pit. At this point, barely a minute into the set, it was Nettspend’s night.
He ran out onto an elevated platform fueled with rage and euphoria as the crowd lost their minds. The pit closed, Nettspend yelled into the microphone, the great wait was over.
“I just threw up.”
No one heard, all hell had broken loose over the distorted Cloud rap. After a moment he recovered and his erratic stage presence grew larger than life as the night went on. His movements were unpredictable as if he was in daze and life was flashing in front of his eyes. One moment he was calmly bending the air with his hand, the next he was running across the stage yelling. The physical performance preceded all musicality and no one cared, it wasn’t about following the song anymore but rather about nourishing an aura.
At just 18, his personality is enough to command the crowd’s attention. As a fashion forward internet celebrity, Nettspend brought together an interesting crowd. Some had come for the same reasons they would go to a Travis Scott concert, the cathartic expression of violence, while others in the back seemed to appreciate the larger than life persona which he has created for himself, similar to Yung Lean’s magnetic charisma.The songs went by extremely quickly, like a heavy storm cloud that leaves the skies blue afterwards. While his music had harsh tones similar to Carti’s Red album, there was still a sense of euphoria in the almost humorous excess of sound. When the crowd dispersed, everyone was smiling. It was an energizing set.
