Stage Write: Elevator Fight

The summertime in New York City is a capricious wind that blows night dwellers, club goers and music lovers from the depths of Brooklyn to the secluded cobble stoned paved blocks of the Tribeca section of Manhattan. Monday night when the Music Hall of Williamsburg cancelled the scheduled indie rock show headlined by Elevator Fight, the band’s principal member Zoe Kravitz called up a few favors and got it moved to Damon Dash’s DD172, an artist safe house run out of his Tribeca loft. In a matter of hours a private, intimate showcase was arranged at Under 100, the club situated in the basement of the loft space. All it took was a few texts, twitter DMs, and BBMs to get close to fifty people under the age of thirty to inhabit the space in no time.
The Click Clack Boom opened up the show, with an enchanting mixture of acoustic and electronic guitar riffs. In sweat-soaked vintage graphic tees, well-worn Chuck Taylors, and distressed jeans they banged tambourines on drums and swung their long tresses in a syncopated frenzy

By the time Elevator Fight set up their equipment, checked the mics and grabbed their bass player, who was throwing up outside on the curb, the raving commenced. Armed with a bottle of whisky, Zoe Kravitz took center stage. Her tattered tank top and long satin soft pink slip skirt made her appear to be a rock ‘n roll fairy sent from the cosmos of the east village. Rainbow-colored balloons floated above as she sung in a low but pronounced voice about a “little ghost” that she befriends. The band covered older songs like “Eye of the Pyramid” (while the guitarist jokingly screamed “this is [dedicated] to the illumanti”) and newer songs that they performed for the first time while imploring listeners to “be nice.” At certain moments in the performance if you followed the young singer’s line of sight you’d spy a super cool guy in a wool beanie, who goes by the name of Lenny.
With each song the basement brimmed over with young angst, rebellion and body heat. Ever the good host, Dame Dash stepped back and let the good times roll while the wild audience spilled their beers and subsequently danced in the puddles of brew on the floor.