Future Perfect.

Scenes From Last Night's Odd Future Show at the Palladium.

Skateboard punk hip-hop outfit Odd Future embarked upon the Palladium Ballroom's stage in a poetic frenzy last night.

And, with them, they brought out possibly the most energetic crowd Dallas has ever seen.

From the start of the night, the crowd was hyped. A line well over 500 deep waited impatiently outside of the venue as a ticketing snafu was worked out. And, soon as the venue was finally able to start letting patrons in, kids (honestly, average audience age was about 16) were yelling excitedly as they successfully passed through security.

Inside the venue, the hype only grew. The audience was thick and moving — constantly and before the show started, even. During the wait, the crowd heaved toward the stage like a single living organism. Left and right, kids were bailing in need of fresh, cool air.

People were even crowd-surfing just to escape.

Meanwhile, the large, dim stage inside the venue teased the audience with a longer wait than expected. It just loomed there. A DJ table was in its dead center and, well, that was it. Still, that booth's presence somehow seemed to guarantee a good time; if nothing else, the audience could see they were in for a wireless mic show.

Odd Future member Taco took to the stage first, cutting the elevator music and bumping his own playlist with tracks that had the assemblage of youngsters rapping along as the crowd continued to swell. Taco didn't keep to his DJ table either, running around stage, throwing water out into the audience and egging everyone on.

After a mix of a dozen or so hard-hitting songs, including “It's a Party” from Waka Flocka Flame, the rest of the Odd Future gang burst onto the stage. There, the Odd Future crew was like an adolescent take on Wu-Tang. Each artist had their own standout solo spotlight, but all of them easily meshed together to create what sounded like impeccable group freestyles.

They joked around a lot, as could be expected, but they also took their talents seriously. The beats and production were as simple as the stage's set-up, but each artist's rhymes overlapped and played off of each other smoothly and organically.

The lyricism was the only smooth part about the show, though. Everything else seemed chaotic. Beyond the crowd surfing, there was a mosh pit throughout the entirety of the show.

Standing at the back of the congregation, one could easily witness the intensity. A girl with a bloody nose scrambled to the restroom. Another kid was slumped against a railing, catching his breath while his date wiped sweat off his brow. Guys were shirtless. Girls were missing shoes. The entire building was bumping.

There was also stage-diving by Odd Future itself — and namely Lucas, whose birthday it was last night. Tyler also bravely took to the audience, making his way all the way around the back of standing room space before looping his way back to the stage.

He barely made it back with his hat still on his head — a fact he made well known when he announced that “some girl tried to take my hat” and that, in response, he “bit her ass.”

Still, the way Odd Future's fans received this performance was unreal. They sang every word of each song — to the point that they were thanked by the group for doing Tyler's verses for him.

To say that the show was wild would be an understatement. It was unquestionably a new kind of ruckus. Who knew a group of hyperactive, skateboarding hip-hop kids would draw such a crowd from the surrounding suburbs of Dallas-Fort Worth?

Oh, and to those who were audacious enough to let their mothers chaperone for them last night — and to those mothers that stood in the back of the room without flinching at the ample weed smoke or strong foul language throughout the space — mad props go out to you.