Review: F*** Me I’m Famous with David Guetta at Pacha Ibiza

“Hello party people!” David Guetta calls as he emerges on the legendary Pacha stage. “Are you ready to hear some Fuck Me I’m Famous Beats?” The crowd erupts. Guetta pauses dramatically. “Because we are going to party until 7:30 in the fucking morning! Are.You.Ready?“

Titanium drops—the crowd cheers. They begin to sing. As if sympathizing with the plight of the crowd, Pacha functions as a large oven, Guetta armes the entire club with official heart-shaped FMIF Love You fans. Sounds cheesy but they were the saving grace for many. The swag is endless. Cathy Guetta steps out from behind her husband and literally hands out hundreds of massive blue FMIF foam glow sticks. Just as Pacha finishes its transformation into a rolling phosphorescent sea, an army of Pacha workers begin handing every single attendee their second round of goodies: rave gloves start popping up all over the club, a living rainbow. But is all this enough? Of course not, not for something as culturally relevant (at least within the EDM world) as FMIF. Multicolor glowing necklaces round out the list, and the neon rich and famous anything-goes atmosphere FMIF strives for becomes realty.

Suddenly, a wall of shiny silver heart-shaped Love You FMIF balloons rains down on the crowd— like a blast of cold water on a hot sunny day it is impossible not to take notice that you are in fact at the best party in the world. Based on the atmosphere alone, David Guetta has the crowd eating out of the palm of his hands. This is all without mention of the phenomenal DJ’ing chops Guetta was able to showcase in the longest set I have ever heard him play.
When David Guetta is on tour he showcases his producer side. He plays mainstream pleasing sets consisting of his greatest hits which he strings together with a few heavy generic electro beats. The shows are fun but they lack the brilliance and charisma that the number DJ in the world is expected to bring to the table.

The DJ that showed up to Pacha however was undoubtedly the world’s greatest. Freed from inhibition, surrounded by diehard EDM fans, and in the safe haven of Pacha David Guetta unleashed his genius. With enough personality to draw the attention of tens of thousands Guetta ripped through a set surprisingly void of his own recorded productions. Transitioning flawlessly from hard-hitting euphoric house beats to crowd pleasing sing-along’s hours melted away in seconds. Guetta was having fun arranging his set and manipulating the torrents of energy that flowed through the ecstatic audience: just as you were starting to wane he would playfully cut from pure beats to something familiar, unifying and revitalizing the audience.

Making a pilgrimage to see a DJ you know and love in Ibiza is unlike seeing them anywhere else in the world. You are rewarded for making the trip by seeing the purest unabashed sets that they have to offer. Topping off the visual overload countless entertainers littered Pacha. Neon heart swings adorned by scantily clad rainbow rope light encrusted temptresses teased the crowd. Ominously glowing peacock dancers climbed stripper poles and shook their tail feathers. Silver robed boxers aggressively bounced in unison to Levels blended with Gotye’s Someone I Used to Know.

As Guetta transitioned into Memories, which should be the Pacha anthem, two women entered what could only be described as a giant fishbowl and began to slowly pour glowing neon paint on one another. By this point, 5:45am, the crowd had thinned out but the party was still going strong. David Guetta was masterful and FMIF is what legends are made of. Ibiza may have been half way around the world but this show made the trip well worth the miles.

Article by: Ryan Hayes