Around 10pm, the duo corrals the audience to the floor, where a DJ is readying a transition from the warm-up sequence to the main course. Finally, the warmly warped horns of album opener "Turkish Cotton" pour over the room, and our collective displacement commences with Larry and Al serving as the flight's leisurely co-pilots, seats cocked back and feet propped up on whatever the aerial equivalent of a dash might be. Drums are faint but felt, and the lux atmospherics are locked in right out of the gate. Veering out of the full-float opener, a shimmering piano riff and sudden lunges of strings clear the way for the brawny album anchor, "89 Earthquake." Action Bronson crashes the ring with a leap off the top buckle, cannonballing into the deep funk of "Solid Plan." The coastal California energy crystallizes on "
Palisades," where a revived, mad-rapping Big Sean stakes his claim and raises a dank, murky loop to fever pitch.