Described by one YouTube commenter as “like Beck, Prince, and David Bowie all in one badass dance machine sent from the future to teach us all how to funk and groove properly,” Ghostland Observatory shook up the drug-fueled Sahara tent at this year’s Coachella music festival and was one of the most impressive performances of the event.
Front man, singer, and conceptual dancer extraordinaire, Aaron Beherens’ massive pig tails would make your epileptic, hick cousin proud, even as he’s blinded by Beherens’ shiny neon outfit waving in and out of a rave inspired light show sure to give him seizures.
Ghostland could be best described as new wave disco: the sound is equal parts Donna Summer and Michael Jackson, just with way cooler lights, less cocaine and more, well, other drugs. The energy and sheer fanaticism that comes with the electronic music remains, as does the phenomenal dance moves.
That said, the band manages to attract a steady, and entirely odd, group of mainstream followers. Various sects of frat boys, bank workers and administrative junkies preach the goodness that is Ghostland Observatory, more than likely praise that was fueled by witnessing the band live.