Straight to the point; Otto Von Schirach just destroyed a whole cave full of Dragons, Knights, Illuminati Bronies, and Masked Princesses.
That’s right, even the princesses. His first few mixes are trippy, and lead you into the performance, preparing you for some straight freakiness.
He proceeds to warn the crowd they’re about to travel to parts unknown, glitching out the vocals hard, and blending them seamlessly with the tracks.
Like only true Masters of Ceremonies can. Live vocals during this whole performance make the whole thing so much more entertaining to watch, it’s hard to even look away from.
Did we mention the cameo from the one eyed Screamo Crow?
There are so many different aspects to this performance, you can tell a lot of love went into creating it. It’s more than a DJ set, it’s an art piece. The music, the vibe, the hype…all timeless.
23 Minutes in he goes complete caveman, bringing the listener/viewer/party straight back to the time of the Dinosaurs, with an absolutely huge Moombahcore slammer, and again back to that oldschool hip hop/bass vibe for a sec…Right before he starts rapping in Spanish over it?
Oh. I see what he did there.
It was a set up!
Pretty sure no one expected him to blend into Tropical Bass.
This set is full of surprises.
My heart goes out to the booties of the dancers the next morning, because Otto goes hard. Like…Real Hard.
A lot of the time, he’s not beat matching, but no one cares. This man is a rock God. More than that, he is a certified Miami made Bass God.
How the Hell did he just switch over to playing trap? Wait, is that another Breakbeat? No, wait…it’s…Proto Jungle?
Boiler Room’s write up was right when they called it “…a universal brain-cue from the Bermuda Triangle straight to Berlin… it’s Otto Von Schirach opening port-holes in Boiler Room and out to the universe.”
Shit. Yours. Don’t lose it. The next couple of blends are some scary Gabber-esque Breakcore that could cause a lung to implode, given the right set of conditions, but don’t worry. He gets back to the Miami Bass soon.
You’ve done enough brain work for now, though. It’s time to stop reading. Press play, strap yourself in, and prepare yourself for a freaky journey through bass, Otto Von Schirach style.