Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 9 December, 2003 - Print Version
Somewhere along the line—and I don’t know if it came like a thief in the night—the sweaty, meat-composed drunken idiots that I used to encounter in heavy metal shows have migrated to the hip hop shows.
I guess it makes sense; let’s face it, with a change of clothes and a haircut the idiot yahoos of heavy metal shows could easily infiltrate a hip hop show. The question is why, I mean, I thought that they thought that music wasn’t no good unless it had a killer guitar solo.
Anyhoo, these ruminations aside, the sad fact is that this concert wasn’t solely ruined by the audience. Whoo, boy! Talk about lame!
I’m actually greatly saddened to be saying that, but, unfortunately, my expectations for this gig were high, too high.
After all, Kool Keith was the man who destroyed that Diesel Power song by The Prodigy. And, Kool Keith was fuckin’ Dr. Octagonecologyst, man!
This was just generic hip hop; uninspired rhymes over uninspired beats. The freestyles were kinda lame too, at least when compared to, say, the magic spat by Gift of Gab.
It wasn’t a horrible gig and Kool Keith had more talent than any of the opening acts (which included, of all people, Def Wish Cast), but it was boring.
One of the redeeming features of the gig was that the songs were short—almost as short as this review.
Goodbye.
Finagle with our bagel and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. Mmm doughy.
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