Of all the gigs I’ve been to here in Brussels, it’s very rare to see a crowd clap, let alone cheer and dance for a good two hours.
Dan Deacon brought the best out of his tribe of Belgians tonight, to the point that he even managed to rummage up synchronised dancing and… wait for it… singing (!) from his loyal troop.
Moral of this story? Dan Deacon can make even the undanciest if the dancer break out in sweet. Tonight was a night of celebration, though I’m still not sure of what.
Get your bass face on!