Rap shows(especially in Canada) sometimes turn into weird role playing adventures for the audience. The audience sort of has to mold to what’s happening on stage. Prime example: 3 weeks back when El-P and Killer Mike played Fortune. I can’t recall many more surreal concert experiences than having 300 young Canadians yell “Fuck Ronald Reagan’ at the top of their lungs, at the insistance of Killer Mike. Even though most of the crowd was Reagan-era aged, and some might know a thing or two about Reagan’s War on Drugs or Iran-Contra, I’m willing to bet a lot of people didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
Well last night was all about the Dirty South. Which for myself and likely most the audience, probably isn’t the most relatable. The closest I’ve been to the South is Chicago(not very fucking close). And I don’t know a goddamn thing about Country Shit, besides what hip-hop(and maybe Client Eastwood) have taught me. And yet…it was tons of fun. Last night everyone knew about ‘old school/pour and lean/candied yams and collard greens.’ As the place went bonkers for tracks off ’4Eva N A Day’ and ‘Live From The Underground’, it didn’t get old to join in the chorus of people yelling out all sorts of things that could only be heard in Vancouver at a hiphop show. The crowd gave their love and played their role. K.R.I.T.(King Remembered In Time) fed off the energy from the crowd, and beyond a bizarre intermission mid-set, gave just as much energy back. Certified jams ‘I Got This’, ‘My Sub’ and ‘Temptation’ all made the set.
Show gets 4 ice cream paintjobs out of 5.