“Emo is over, you can all go home now!” screamed by none other than the emo god himself Pete Wentz in their Release the Bats DVD back in ’05. A decade has already passed ever since the Golden Age of emo and pop punk back in the early 2000s. We had already traded our Vans for Doc Martens, MCR called it quits, Fall Out Boy became Fall Out Dads, and our side swept bangs had been swept away. But when Emo Nite comes to town, the kids of pop punk/screamo past come to play. — Rogin Warhol
Emo Nite is not a DJ nor a band – it’s a rave. Barbara Szabo, T.J. Petracca and Morgan Freed took the fresh nostalgia intact in emo culture, making it to this one night of celebrating the subculture that made this generation’s youth. Once you step in whatever venue they picked for the night; you would be greeted by the projection of their cracked gravestone logo and black and white balloons with their logo and the words ‘SAD AF’ printed on it. Hovering over these balloons are a bunch of 20 something year olds screaming lyrics of their favorite emo tracks on the top of their lungs.
The DJs blast 90 minutes of emo anthems that ranged from originals to remixes. Expect the likes of Fall Out Boy’s Sugar We’re Going Down, Paramore’s Misery Business, and of course, Welcome to the Black Parade sending the crowd into a frenzy of nostalgia. Emo Nite’s DJs are no joke either. Some of the guest DJs that had played in these raves were the icons that made the movement what it was. Mark Hoppus of Blink 182, Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance, and more recently, Demi Lovato joined by Post Malone.
“We used to detest the word,” Mikey Way told Brittany Spanos of Rolling Stone back in 2015. “We were pretty against it for a while because we thought it was a dishonest term record labels were using at the time to get them to buy things they were selling. If the band had the right hair or the right look, they would call them emo. If they were on a specific label, they would call them emo. That’s why we had kind of a negative take on it for a while. It’s aging nicely.” He quipped.
In this age of banking in nostalgia, this might be one of the most genuine. It’s a homage to a subculture that raised the young adults of today. Giving an avenue to just lose it whenever Welcome to The Black Parade’s G note hits warms an emo kid’s heart. So if you ever catch these crazy sad af bunch in your town, get your studded belt and black eyeliner ready. It’s time to relive those middle school years of teen angst and scream to Pete’s face that emo’s never die!
Images courtesy of Emo Nite