‘Peace, Love, Unity and Respect’, or PLUR to those Kandi-ly inclined. In another sweet offering from our friends at THUMP, Vivian Host delves deep into the dark subculture that is, Kandi Ravers. Following your standard day at Electric Zoo (NYC), Host interviews a whole host of extremely sweaty ravers, their shiny bodies glittering in the afternoon sun.

With the Kandi Raves kicking off in the 90s, the movement has been progressing…developing…eating other movements. From its humble beginnings in the realms of children’s backpacks and the few homemade bracelets, Kandi has evolved into full blown Kandi klaws and limbs, glitter boobs (‘Bass for Bass Nectar…obviously, he’s the king of Bass’) and some serious fluffy shoes (‘If you’re not wearing fluffies you’re a bitch!’).

The video, which cringingly reminds us of Thump’s coverage of inner trance wisdom, makes us want to crawl back into our rave holes again and ditch the unwitting masses of neo-raving. Unfortunately the frightening Kandi masks don’t stop the amazing amount of shit-talking that escapes the Kandi-enthusiasts.

We especially love the baby Kandi, who speaks infinite wisdom of ‘I’ve been going to shows for the last two years…ever since 2011.’ A slight pause to dwell on the bombardment of shiny things before the slightly demonic, ‘and I ALWAYS wear Kandi’.

But the Kandi crown jewels go to the toter of the ‘fluffies’. When asked if she made out with a guy whom demonstrated the religious doctrine of PLUR and transferred her a Kandi Kuff she simply replied,

‘Yeah I made out with him… and I touched his penis’.

That’s the kind of respect we can embrace.