It’s pretty hard to dislike funk maestros Chromeo. Sure, they’re not exactly crafting the most poignant, philosophical lyrics, but fuck it. They’re fun. You’d be hard-pressed to find a band that’s enjoying themselves on stage more than these two, and their infectious melodies are capable of making even the shyest person two-step. 

Since forgoing their Coachella 2014 set in favor of Bonobo, whom I hadn’t yet seen (damn you, festival conflict gods!), I had been not-so-patiently awaiting Chromeo’s return to the City of Angels. Fast forward six months, and I was rolling up to The Shrine with my dancing shoes laced firmly on my feet and ready to catch Chromeo yet again.

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A solid opening set from Aussie Wave Racer kicked off the night. Eclectic song selection and solidly-mixed tracks were the name of the game here, and Wave Racer delivered them both effortlessly. Although he’s relatively new to the US circuit, I anticipate that, like his compatriot Flume, we’ll be seeing a lot more from him in the years to come.

Next up was soulful Swedish-American Mapei, whom I had just  caught at The Palladium last month opening for Lykke Li. She was on fire then and remained so again. The crowd was mesmerized during “Change,” but her electric “Come On Baby” finale was definitely the moment in her set that generated the most chatter, and rightfully so.

The chorus of “Chromeo, oooh, oh” was deafening by the time Dave 1 and P-Thugg took the stage, but the screaming hit a new zenith when the intro led into the opening bars of “Night By Night.” Columns of light cascaded around the two while they whipped the crowd up into a frenzy rife with sweat, smiles, and seriously sick dance moves. “Hot Mess” off the same album, Business Casual, was faithfully recited back by the audience (the fact that it was not-so-recently used in a Bing commercial may have had something to do with this one).

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Since I saw them last in 2011, Chromeo released a new album, White Women, which has no doubt gone on to become the soundtrack to many a house party (or, in my case, the soundtrack to my boot camp class when the instructor forgets his iPod and relegates me to DJ), and their setlist Thursday night was heavy on material from that release.

Lesser known tracks like “Somethingood” and “Sexy Socialite” may not have received the same every-single-line-faithfully-memorized response from the audience that Chromeo’s earlier work did, but that didn’t seem to dampen the feverish energy in the venue in the slightest. More established singles like “Come Alive” and “Jealous (I Ain’t With It)” could have been lumped in with any of their older albums as far as fan response was concerned.

Still, there was more than plenty of time for old-school tracks. The silliness of “Tenderoni” is always a crowd-pleaser and unsurprisingly remained so this time around, while my two personal favorite Chromeo singles, “Bonafied Lovin'” and “Fancy Footwork,” had the crowd going absofuckinglutely nuts. Or maybe that was just me. Either way, they knocked it out of the park with those tracks.

It became clear pretty early on during the funk maestros’ performance that they had the fans artists dream of having. Lyrical photographic memory aside, the crowd was genuinely fun to be a part of and everything a concert-going crowd should be: unbelievably enthusiastic but very much respectful.

Unlike Lykke Li’s show last month, no one was ignoring the on-stage talent in favor of carrying on full-blown conversations on irrelevant coffee preferences. This was just a whole lot of people having an awfully good time right through the “Needy Girl” finale that left everyone in the room wishing for more despite the fact that it was already 1 AM — relatively late for a weekday show.

Who has two thumbs and left The Shrine looking like the exact opposite of the picture of journalistic professionalism following an incredible show from Chromeo? This girl. And she probably wasn’t alone nor would she have it any other way.

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