The realization hit somewhere in the middle of Ikana’s recent homecoming show in San Diego. The room already moved like people understood something bigger was happening. Bodies crashed into each other in the pit while others (including me) screamed every word back toward the stage, completely locked into the moment. It did not feel like watching a band still trying to figure themselves out. It felt like watching a band people are only now starti…
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