Headliner of the night wasn't on any festival lineup because Brian Omally kept her backstage until exactly the right moment, and when Danielle Renae hit his neon den in bubble braids and purple fishnets and rhinestones catching every laser in the room she became the loudest thing in a bedroom already at maximum volume. She sucked. She straddled. She took the ripped hole in the silver skirt and made it her entrance. Cowgirl bounced those braids. Doggy dropped with the bass. Anal was the encore nobody was prepared for. Creampie poured fluorescent and slow. Crowd: destroyed. First festival reviewed as outstanding.