|A hustler is a female version of a hustler.|
What really turned Das Racist, unexpectedly, into honest-to-Allah rappers you'd like to follow-- good ones!-- was a pair of mixtapes last year: Shut Up, Dude and Sit Down, Man. The second of those two was overseen by Diplo and his Mad Decent label; Jay-Z recorded one of the hooks ("All Tan Everything"). Suri and Vazquez are not only masters at highly referential wordplay, they're also sharply perceptive about the absurdity of racial stereotypes. This is the news. Along with the new EP from Childish Gambino, better known as "Community" actor Donald Glover (he'll be in Ames this month for free during VEISHEA), and new mixtapes from indie-inclined r&b dudes Frank Ocean and the Weeknd-- all sort of following dudes like Drake and The-Dream-- Das Racist are wielding cultural references in a world that is not just black-and-white. Most importantly, they do this in really entertaining ways. Their world? Probably pretty green. (Their Sprite? Easter pink. [David Banner-referencing-Lil Wayne-referencing "Shorty Said (Gordon Voidwell Remix)", I see you.])
My buddy Shane, a huge Das Racist fan who moved from Des Moines to Australia but will be back, said he was jealous that me, Chet Boom, and B.P. were gonna see them. He'll get to catch the group at Pitchfork this summer, but in the meantime he requested Shut Up, Dude's "Rainbow in the Dark", which has some of the group's most tongue-twistingly sweet rhymes. I dunno if our tweets helped, but we got it, and "Movin' Out"-sampling "You Oughta Know" (no Alanis Morissette cover), too, among others. The opening set from the Hood Internet was just a total college dance party, with everything from Estelle's "American Boy" to "Ain't Nothin' But a G Thang" to Franz Ferdinand, and I wish we'd come with girls, or were college kids-- just a great vibe. I wasn't expecting BBU, whose "Chi Don't Dance" is this totally exhilarating example of Chicago's juke sub-genre, so I was getting a little testy (sorry if the tweets got lame) waiting through a large portion of the crowd's excited response every time the group mentioned Chicago-- which was often!-- but they were pretty fun, too, and after an extended tease we finally got "Chi Don't Dance." It still ruled. All they do is juke, y'see...
So me, Chet Boom, and Brett managed to squeeze up front by the time we finally saw Das Racist. We were painfully close to the speaker at first-- dude next to me complained about the air horn sound they kept using, said he'd heard enough of it during a study-abroad year in Costa Rica... and it was pretty deafening... but y'know, don't the DJs do that all the time on rap mixtapes?-- but all good because when there was a push from behind us I shifted toward center stage. Boom had staked out a spot. I guess the venue usually books a lot of jam bands? It's small, and when you're standing far back you can't necessarily see much. Anyway, I'd heard Das Racist said something at SXSW like "All the colored people, move up front-- all the white people, go home!", so I was wondering what they would be like playing in corn country. But there weren't any confrontational incidents, which was probably for the best: just a bunch of slyly rambunctious hip-hop that celebrates and spoofs current digital-cloud culture. Thank U, GChat.
|Left and right to the sound of soul.|
|Will you tell me your plan?|
|You become an idea when you represent something.|