When sound and art collide, magic happens. Dive into the underground sounds of Bass Invasion as it transforms Meow Wolf Denver into a captivating realm of rhythm and creativity.
At the intersection of sound and art, a mesmerizing experience awaits. This was especially true during this year’s edition of Bass Invasion, an electrifying event that somehow transformed Meow Wolf Denver into an even more immersive experience than before. Each corner revealed a new layer of wonder in the walls of Danceportation. Add booty-shaking rhythms, and you invite travelers to lose themselves in an enchanting atmosphere, creating a night worth remembering.
Picture yourself entering the first world of the convergence station as low end beats pulse through the immersive installations, awakening senses long slumbering within you until that exact moment. Each person who crossed this rubicon on October 25 walked out forever changed and immensely inspired. If you ask us, it should be every collective’s dream to host a takeover at Danceportation headquarters.
The driving force of Bass Invasion was its unique fusion of visual and auditory wonder. With the creative masterminds at Meow Wolf providing out-of-this-world energy, it’s essential to pair each space with the right artists. The Widdler, Sicaria, Visages, Two Swords, pheel., Seppa, Inspect3r, Torcha, Lavier, TF Marz, Alex Unger, GrymeTyme, plus Sub.mission’s own residents showed up with a point to prove. They left everything on the dancefloor from start to finish, ensuring an unforgettable experience for all who gathered to celebrate.
Sub.mission resident Mojo set the perfect stage for the night.
As the crowd trickled in, you could hear the faint sounds of Mojo echoing throughout the Emia castle. Each beat drove listeners in with excited anticipation of what the night would entail. Sub.mission proves they know how vital openers are for a successful night, which is exactly why Mojo was on the bill.
After we were all warmed up, it was time to explore the enchanting worlds and discover what music lay in store. As we wandered the whimsical halls, my friends and I were pleasantly surprised when we walked into a small, intimate movie theater with decks on which artists could get down as a side quest. Little surprise sets were sprinkled throughout the many worlds, adding even more delectable easter eggs for attendees.
We then grooved on over to play our hand at the Frick Frack Black Jack. The energy was electric as people bet the most obscure things in hopes of winning something new from the Frick Frack crew. It was a sight to see people dressed in their Halloween costumes making bets. The familiar worlds of convergence station had new characters wandering out and about, adding to the scene.
TF Marz put hip-hop on a pedestal for C Street onlookers.
The joyous sounds of a Baby Keem flip greeted me as TF Marz gave it to us. There were too many gleeful head nods and whistles to count. Each transition outdid the one before, leaving us all eating out of the palm of his hand. It was hard to leave tear ourselves away, but too many good acts overlapped with each other, which was the only downside of the night.
Passing through Numina, wanderers were delighted to catch some UK garage thanks to Inspect3r. His playful set was the perfect one to absorb as we continued forward to catch the end of Sicaria’s. The queen was going hot and heavy once we arrived, with everyone shoulder to shoulder trying to get their time with the sound selection goddess.
It was a full room in the Perplexiplex by the time Sicaria finished. A packed house could only mean one thing: Visages was up to play. The crowd shouted in unison as one of the group’s four members took hold of the decks. He played several of their upcoming tracks and some classic collabs with Alix Perez, Monty, and others. From 140 to DnB, Visages laid out all the weapons of destruction in their discography.
Listeners got hot and bothered as Alex Unger set the mood with soulful marvels.
It’s hard to resist the sounds that escape Alex Unger’s mind. His music is timeless with a twist, and he weaves numerous styles into a single set. One of the highlights me was when the crowd realized “Can I Kick It?“ was being redreamed by Alex. The whole room swayed together, singing along to the classic lyrics of A Tribe Called Quest.
We cooled down in the moon room, one of my favorites in Meow Wolf. It lets you escape the chaos and fall into a calming blue scene as an illuminated moon sits in the middle for your viewing pleasure. These rooms of escapism are just what an event needs for attendees to recuperate.
Time was running short as we had to catch three sets before the night ended. Stacked closely together, pheel., Two Swords, and Lavier made a lot of attendees rush from room to room because no one wanted to miss out on their individual greatness.
We frolicked from Emia to Numina to catch the other two acts and then decided to end our time with the man himself, Two Swords, at C Street. The gun fingers were locked and loaded as he slinged out deep grime beats. Gazing upward, onlookers could see shooting stars from an art installation and feel a rush of complete bliss wash over their entire being.
Meow Wolf is eccentric enough on its own — but when you add the underground sounds of Sub.mission, it brings each of its worlds to new heights. Every artist, audiovisual, and roaming performer meshed together in perfect harmony, creating scenes that felt as if they were from a movie.
So what are you waiting for? The next takeover held at Meow Wolf Denver should be an instant purchase. Trust us, you won’t regret it!
