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D-Tension and Effect

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By CAMILLE DODERO  |  June 15, 2006

D-Tension and EffectLos Wünder Twins Del Rap are like the Tenacious D of old-school rhyme-spitting: supposed brothers, goofball raconteurs, big eaters, crass sex-talkers. Effect, 23, and D-Tension (a/k/a “D-Tiddy”), 35, don’t confront soul-eating demons like Jack and Kyle do. Instead, they battle earthly villains like frat boys who “attack with a stack of Dave Matthews” and “preppy dudes with shitty attitudes,” whom they fight with Amstel Light and “MySpace Bitches” (the title of their first official single). But by far, the biggest challenge facing these pseudo-super-hero emcees is the bar-lined downtown impasse in their Lowell hometown. Green Day walks the Boulevard of Broken Dreams; Los Wünder Twins Del Rap are trapped inside the “Cul de Sac of Shattered Hopes.”

That’s where Los Wünder Twins led me on a bar crawl last Thursday night. Considering that the un-released track describes this “dead-end street where the people meet” as being located “past the crack whores looking for coke,” I expected our meeting place, the Old Court, to be a total dive. But it’s pretty average, like any other drinking joint in this state: Irish bartender, Red Sox on television, hammered lady sitting at the bar slurring into her pocketbook.

9:22 pm. Los Wünder Twins arrive, looking frustrated. Something about a DVD player. The plan is to hit a few bars along the infamous cul-de-sac before Los Wünder Twins play a three-song set — 11 pm sharp! — at a place called Major’s Pub. Effect sips a rum-and-Coke. D-Tension double-fists a light beer and a shot of Jameson and explains, “We typically don’t perform drunk, but we’re doing it special for you.”

9:38 pm. D-Tension, who also deejays weekends on FNX, excuses himself to field a call. “I had no idea what the Wonder Twins [the boy-girl superheroes created for the ’70s cartoon the Super Friends] were,” says Effect. “No idea. I go over my friend’s house — at that point, we have three songs recorded and I play him a song — and he’s like, ‘This is awesome. What’s the group called?’ I’m like, ‘Los Wünder Twins Del Rap.’ And he was like, ‘Which one’s the girl?’ ” Effect looks embarrassed. “I called [D-Tension] and I’m like, ‘What the fuck?’ And he’s like, ‘Yeah, we’re the most lamest superheroes of rap.’ ”

10:05 pm. The most lamest superheroes of rap face a dilemma. It’s that DVD player again. Part of tonight’s schedule included showing their new video, a silly joint called “Ten Minutes,” on a wide-screen TV after their set. We’re in the bar at Fortunato’s, an Italian restaurant, and D-Tension pokes his cell phone, dialing people who are supposed to fix the television. Effect sighs, “Two DVD players and a roomful of fuckin’ guys. Sounds simple. Not in Low-ell.” Still not working.

10:35 pm. We’ve moved on to Sangria’s, a bar overrun with college-age kids. Tanned twentysomethings scream over Def Leppard. A guy recognizes D-Tension, as do people everywhere we go. He orders a third rum-and-Coke for his co-conspirator, a fifth and sixth drink for himself, and a Red Bull for me, which comes in a glass that smells as if it was rinsed in vomit. We drink quickly.

10:50 pm. D-Tension is standing on the sidewalk outside Sangria’s holding two pizza boxes — and there’s not a pizza place in sight. I’m impressed. Los Wünder Twins must have magical powers: anyone who can time a bar crawl so perfectly that the delivery man will meet him on the street must have some supernatural juice.

11 pm. We’re loitering beside a barbed-wire chainlink fence in an alley next to Major’s Pub. The backdoor is open. From inside, DJ Gleek — named after the original Wonder Twins’ monkey sidekick — introduces them: “Los Wünder Twins Del Raaaaaap!” They amble in eating slices of pizza and grab two microphones set up next to a scratch-ticket machine in the back. They kick into “Drink Beer and Get Laid” — which, according to the song, are their main incentives for rapping. It’s particularly amusing coming from two guys with greasy mouthfuls of cheese.

11:06 pm. Next up is the pretty hilarious “MySpace Bitches,” downloadable on their MySpace site, about cruising on the social-networking site for girls. At one point, Effect namedrops MySpace founder Tom, which elicits cheers. D-Tension, with crust still folded in his fist, raps, “friend request Marybeth with a big chest . . . I investigate, but the pic’s a disgrace. Blackheads, bad hair. ..”

“Looks like a moustache, but I’m not quite sure . . . ,” Effect continues. “Two kids in the background she swears aren’t hers.”

“Yo, I hit ‘Deny’ when I saw the lazy eye,” D-Tension follows.

Misogyny is part of the schtick. The males in the audience love it; the women look uncomfortable. Effect ends with “You’re off my Top 8, bitch!”

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D-Tension and Effect
who are these's guys???????????????????/
By LAVENDER on 06/15/2006 at 12:44:00
D-Tension and Effect
hope those are veggie pizzas
By LAVENDER on 06/15/2006 at 12:46:07

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