Review: Infected Mushroom at The Vogue

As electronic music becomes more and more accessible in Indianapolis, we’ve been fortunate to have the opportunity to explore the many sub-genres of the category so broadly defined as “electronic”. On an almost-weekly basis, dance fans are able to experience everything from house and techno to dubstep and drum-n-bass from both world-renowned DJ’s and local celebrities alike. Sometimes, I wonder if we realize how lucky we are.

Despite these efforts from allied organizations like Indy Mojo, G9 Collective, and Keepin’ It Deep to educate Indy’s EDM fans with a well-rounded curriculum of electronic dance music, I am quite confident that Infected Mushroom was an elective that’s not yet been offered here before.

Infected Mushroom are commonly described as psychedelic trance, but ultimately amount to so much more. Their sounds are worldly, drawing inspiration from their native Israel. But they’re also dark, heavy, and industrial; think NIN, but with less vocals and more thumping bass.

Although The Vogue was nowhere near a packed house on Thursday night, energy levels were sky high. Better yet, that momentum never dwindled and not once did the dance floor get stale. Infected Mushroom’s music was characterized by relatively short build-ups and frequent drops that resulted in flashing bursts of white light and a blob of jumping people. Did you read about the hippie moshpit Nicole experienced at Greensky Bluegrass? It happens with EDM, too; but with slightly intoxicated, mega- energized dance fans who tend to get rowdy when the bass starts to drop. But unlike hard rock pits where violence commonly ensues, ragers’ attention spans are easily diverted by flashing lights. Infected Mushroom’s laser beams of rainbow-colored bars were able to keep such energy at bay, catching the interest of many throughout the night and always calming things down at seemingly just the right time.

Bonus: scary blow-up mushroom dude on the right side of the stage.

In addition to a lot of instrumentals (complete with live guitars and drums), Amit Duvdevani’s impassioned vocals kept the show fresh and brought a special element of engagement to the live performance. Body cues hinted when the next big drop was coming (guaranteed to always be just around the corner) and helped to unite the audience. Even cover songs (see: The Foo Fighters, “Pretender”) were recycled into a new works of art that maintained the integrity of the original, but shone just as bright with the Infected Mushroom re-work.

Still coming down from my music festival high at Wakarusa last weekend, Infected Mushroom was an uplifting experience that helped me to remember that, while I can’t live in festival utopia 24/7, I can still find satisfying bursts of exhilaration within reality right here in Indianapolis… damn-near whenever I’m craving it. And that is certainly something to be thankful for.