05-22-2008, 05:23 PM
Writhing lipstick lesbians. That's what this show was about. DM caught a ride up with LB and LB's SO, so he could be indulgent, not having to drive. Both LB and LB's SO thought the show was too loud. In fact, everyone thought the show was too loud, except for those of us dancing. It's dancehall. Dancehall is loud. Deafeningly loud. Headsplitingly loud. So loud, you might pee blood for a few days after.
There was an opening act - Eugene International. He was some Asian dude in a pink suit with bleach blonde hair and a tennis racket doing a strip-tease rap. He sucked. DM was next to LB at that moment and LB had a great laugh at DM's expense as DM ranted "what the hell? WHAT THE HELL?!?!" He was a disgrace to Eugenes everywhere. Then there was Hot Tub, three dayglow rapper chicks that were way too shrilly. The opening acts and dj's went until past 10 and we were so ready for M.I.A. that chants shook the house several times.
When she finally came out, she turned in a pounding set, but way too short. Still, the concourse was sweating, great greasy globs of condensed humidity rained on startled bystanders by the end. Now that DM knows M.I.A.s music (only two cds) he has a much greater understanding about what she does and how she works it. And it's still captivating, even without the writhing lipstick lesbians. Her beats are awesome, but you have to be a true bass worshipper to get it. You have to love dancehall and my suspicion is that none among DOOM share dm's taste for that. It's just as well. More writhing lipstick lesbians for dm.
There was an opening act - Eugene International. He was some Asian dude in a pink suit with bleach blonde hair and a tennis racket doing a strip-tease rap. He sucked. DM was next to LB at that moment and LB had a great laugh at DM's expense as DM ranted "what the hell? WHAT THE HELL?!?!" He was a disgrace to Eugenes everywhere. Then there was Hot Tub, three dayglow rapper chicks that were way too shrilly. The opening acts and dj's went until past 10 and we were so ready for M.I.A. that chants shook the house several times.
When she finally came out, she turned in a pounding set, but way too short. Still, the concourse was sweating, great greasy globs of condensed humidity rained on startled bystanders by the end. Now that DM knows M.I.A.s music (only two cds) he has a much greater understanding about what she does and how she works it. And it's still captivating, even without the writhing lipstick lesbians. Her beats are awesome, but you have to be a true bass worshipper to get it. You have to love dancehall and my suspicion is that none among DOOM share dm's taste for that. It's just as well. More writhing lipstick lesbians for dm.
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