Scenes From Last Night's Halsey And Young Rising Sons Show At Dada.

There's never been a show with fewer men in attendance than last night's Club Dada show had. Well, maybe that's not entirely true.

But the overwhelming majority of the crowd that showed up to catch young pop stars Halsey, Young Rising Sons and Olivver perform at the Deep Ellum space last night was female. And these girls showed up in droves.

It wasn't long at all after the doors to the venue opened that the room's whole space was packed full of screaming girls and, clearly oblivious to the artists' no-flash photography requests, insanely active cameraphones. All this as their parents and guardians lined the venues walls, crowded the exterior windows and lingered out back on the patio. It was quite the sight, to be sure.

And each performer very much appeared to feed off the deafening screams — some needing the support more than others, like opening act, Olivver, whose recent split from The Neighbourhood hasn't graced him an entirely fresh start into the music world.

Halsey, headlining her first-ever show in Dallas, fared better. The crowd absolutely worshiped the Brooklyn queen, with many of the young show-goers having even gone so far as to mimic the singer's iconic fluorescent blue hair. This was an audience obsessed — and we're talking, like, Beyonce levels of fandom here. With each passing lyric, Halsey's audience became only more and more entranced by the performance.

As the technical co-headliners on this “The American You(th) Tour,” Young Rising Sons was outmatched, even if the band's uplifting, sultry tunes landed well with the overly enthused crowd. Theirs was a set carried mostly by clapping. The band was always clapping. Its members encouraged the crowd to join in. Every song had clapping. So much clapping. There was clapping when an American flag somehow ended up being tossed around the space. There was clapping when a bottle of Jack made an on-stge pass-around appearance. A lot of it was offbeat. It happened every. single. song.

In all, it was all just a bit of a blur. There was just so much stimulation. And while there was no real cohesive sound to speak of, the crowd, marked by X's on their hands, didn't mind.

Olivver was a fling. Young Rising Sons included their next dates for prom. Halsey was their princess.




















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