What a great night with classic DJ that have been performing for 20 + years. The place was packed. We got to listen Super genius. They brought their A game with classics from Miami Dynamix II (I have to say I geeked out listening to them. ) Their electro bass set was stellar. When they dropped the beats everyone was dancing. The next act was the brothers of funk vs Analog hustlers. They brought the sexy beats of electro breaks. The closing act was code rising. The location was stellar and clean.
Last Night Was Pure Fire – Jumping Jack Frost Reignited Miami’s D&B Soul!
Yo, let me paint this picture for you: sweat dripping, bass THUMPING through your chest, and a crowd so hyped it felt like the entire 305 was vibrating. Jumping Jack Frost hadn’t touched down in Miami in TWO DECADES, but when those filthy drum & bass beats hit? History. Magic. Chaos.
The man himself looked out at us – a sea of wild smiles, neon glowsticks, and hands clawing the sky – and straight-up said he’d *never* felt energy like this. And trust, WE FELT IT. When Frost dropped that first iconic track, the room ERUPTED. People were jumping on tables, strangers became squad goals, and the dancefloor turned into a mosh pit of pure joy. Playful? Nah, we were feral – in the best way.
Twenty years vanished in a heartbeat. Frost’s set was a time machine – gritty, soul-shaking, *sexy* – and Miami showed up like we’d been waiting our whole lives for this moment (…because we kinda were). Shoutout to the legends in the crowd who turned it into a block party meets underground rave.
By the time the last beat faded, Frost was grinning like he’d just won the lottery. But let’s be real – *we* were the winning ticket. Miami’s D&B heartbeat came back HARDER, and this night? Forever tattooed in the city’s party lore. 🌀🔥
*(P.S. Frost – don’t make us wait another 20. We’ll riot.)*
