On any given day before 2pm, you will find The Dare in bed. “Nothing interesting tends to happen before two in the afternoon,” he says emphatically. It’s exactly the sort of cool, blasé thing you’d expect to hear from the man and musician leading New York’s club scene down a rabbit hole of debauched decadence.
It’s gone 10am when we speak and The Dare, albeit awake, is indeed in bed. Not at home, mind you, but in a hotel room in Paris where the 28-year-old continues his sold-out tour on the heels of his debut album What’s Wrong with New York? The record itself arrived on the back of a big-time collaboration with Charli XCX and Billie Eilish, as well as his own viral hit “Girls” – a tongue-in-cheekly misogynistic electro-clash paean to all the women he’d like to sleep with. A diverse category, it turns out, ranging from the obvious (“girls who like to f***”) to the silly (“girls who got so much hair on they ass, it clogs the drain”).
