MUSIC

From the moment the lights cut out, it was clear Trippie Redd wasn’t there to ease anyone in. The bass hit first — thick, distorted, and chest-rattling — before Trippie emerged in a blur of red lights and screaming fans. Within seconds, the venue transformed into controlled chaos, the kind only Trippie can orchestrate. Mosh pits opened organically. Phones shot into the air. Every word came back at him louder than he delivered it. Opening with fan favorites that leaned heavily