Sometimes in order to lure premium pie to a rap show, you have to pay for it. Last Thursday at the Middle East downstairs, the hired talent was the Graffiti Bombshell Girls.
Boston hip-hop promoter Edu Leedz celebrated his 29th birthday in carnal mediæval-king fashion. Among the attractions: a team of graf artists vandalizing juicy multi-racial bikini chicks; sets by his favorite local DJs and MCs; a roast courtesy of Beantown rap court jester Ricky Mortis. The only thing missing was a three-pound turkey leg for Leedz to gnaw on.
The cast of characters was strictly D-list, where “D” stands for degenerate. Jake the Snake and Prone 2 sipped cocktails and eyeballed bombshells. Porn Theater Usher Nabo Rawk galloped around in a thong hat requesting girls to soil him. Rite Hook [this section removed by editor].
The performances were loud, tight, and clear, those last two being feats on planet hip-hop. Amadeus joined Heddshotts (who have an Asian member named Slant, by the way). A Masstapeace and Skinny Man threw down. And, with assistance from the Camp’s Grime, Lynn MC M-Dot proved that he should be the next Masshole to blow nationally.
No one expected a Kenny G show. Starting at 9 pm, suburban scumbags in Slaine and La Coka Nostra T-shirts loitered on Mass Ave slugging nips and alarming passing MIT students. Anyone who pays for admission to Slaine’s world is likely up to bad things, and a shitshow is what we got. In addition to staples including “Close Your Eyes” and a La Coka Nostra medley, Slaine delivered some important messages to his fans. “Don’t write me fucking letters about how I inspired you to get sober,” he hollered to the sort of applause that make you cringe for the future. “I’ve been doing a lot of coke again.” As for those who had work on Friday morning, Slaine had advice for them as well: “Fuck your nine-to-five — get a real job.”
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