People didn’t seem sure how, exactly, you were supposed to dance to this stuff. The sound was sparse, tense, and slightly menacing, with a bass line that cut in and out of the mix unpredictably it could have been house music, except that there was a ghostly absence where the steady, orienting thump was supposed to be. Banele and Bandile Mbere, twin brothers from South Africa, took to a small stage, plugged in their gear, and cued up a track that resembled an alien variant of the music being played outside. At around two-thirty in the morning, just as the revellers were starting to sweat, a smaller and stranger dance party was getting going in a dark room off to the side. named Chris Lake, who played a set full of muscular and rubbery dance tracks, rarely straying for too long from the unifying thump of house music. In the main area, about five thousand people were bobbing and waving along with an English d.j. It was opening night at the Brooklyn Mirage, a seasonal night club in East Williamsburg.
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