Skrillex’s Full Flex Express crash-lands on Île Notre-Dame

A Skrillex show looks like a 12-year-old boy’s dream, minus the requisite sex: You’re the captain of a space ship, a vessel ripped from the worlds of Star Wars and Transformers. Behind you, a giant screen convulses with FPS graphics, animated skulls and skeletons and lots of documentary footage of you, ’cause you’re a fucking celebrity, bitch! Despite your relatively tiny size on stage, you’re the centre of attention as you feverishly work the controls to thrust massive, roaring sounds at a sweaty, enraptured crowd.