Concert Review: Kream Drips In Feelings At Schimanski

Returning to the “club scene” has been weird for me. Going to see Kream, with my old friend who still shares anxieties about going to the supermarket, was happily weirder. He marveled at how for a few late hours, at Schimanski, people forgot all that has happened to us. We returned to our old selves: in toxicity and bliss.

People are toxic.There is a density in the air as we all reunite, and the clash is born from how, most of us, are not going to let our heart get broken in the same ways they were before. THAT’S RIGHT! We are not taking it ANYMORE! Though late, by the time Kream hit the stage, the whole crowd had marinated in the feelings they felt the duo would purge. It was as if they had been waiting for a fireworks display and FINALLY the spark had lit. It was intense, fun, and frankly what raving is all about.

It had been while since I had seen people sweat out their feelings and embrace life’s hangups as they could be let go of via waving their hands in the air like they just do not care. Frankly, Kream was loving it. They took in the audience like Superman does the sun; who could even think of Kryptonite, when you are getting all those rays. I had remarked in one of my other reviews the power of an artist over their crowd and how some artists truly love it. Kream LOVES IT! Yet, there was a purity to how they loved their adulation; as if they saw their music as contributions to a society relearning how to function. For More Info On Kream Click Here.