THUMP has written about the weird way our transatlantic cousins approach partying before. We've also commented on the way that even though they seem to throw state-sized festivals every weekend of the year—temporarily turning gargantuan zones of nothingness into a ceaselessly swirling pool of glow-stick neon and rave-effluvium—they don't really know how to do things properly. Still, in the spirit of fairness, we thought that we'd better try and experience a stateside shindig for ourselves, so we sent photographer Christopher McCory to Miami's massive Ultra event on our behalf.
Featuring the likes of Afrojack and Armin Van Buuren, it was a festival seemingly designed by a committee intent on making the rest of the world feel really, really uncomfortable. However, Christopher seems made of stronger stuff than your average member of the THUMP team and he seemed to – get this – enjoy himself. "Thirty minutes into the festival the two stepping, fist pumping and "Damn Daniel"-ing was all a bit much for me," he told us on his return to the UK. "However, we powered through and made it to Caribou, Skream, and saw a bit of The Prodigy. After six vodka Red Bulls and an adderall it was good."
Here's how an all American affair looked through the eyes of an Englishman.