Sure, Wayne Coyne probably made his usual hamster-ball-rolling spectacle of himself at Crossroads KC last night but we suspect the best hijinks of the week will ensure at tonight's Die Antwoord show at Crossroads. So today we present a "Throwback Wednesday" to Captain Chanute and Darling Nikki's dueling LC review of Die Antwoord's 2012 Liberty Hall show. It's a post that, for whatever reason, has always racked up a number of hits for us (as did Cap's even earlier review
of the first Die Antwoord album). So why not score a few more hits. Also, we're lazy today.
Now...who will review the Crossroads show for us?
Enjoy this first edition of "Throwback Wednesday!'
From Oct. 18, 2012:
Captain Chanute: Ladies and Piels, today my ears are bleeding and I couldn’t be happier! A new
era in Larryville Hip began last night and I was there to witness it firsthand.
It was a veritable rehash of the Gothic War, as the S. African duo invaded
Liberty Hall, flanked by a shirtless and masked DJ Hi-Tek and a giant
inflatable penis, pillaging the crowd as they spouted their vulgar, brogued
English and barbaric Afrikaans. Luckily enough, I wasn’t alone at the
modern-day Adrianople. I was accompanied by my perennially young girlfriend,
Darling Nicky, a firebrand with the face of an angel and the mouth of a sailor.
Darling Nicky: I can speak for myself, you dick.
CC: Alright. Well, the show was awesome! For
me, it was an artistic masterpiece from start to finish as they commanded the
stage for an hour and a half, holding their crotches with one hand and a middle
finger high in the air with the other.
DN: Masterpiece? When a show begins with a song
that goes “DJ Hi-Tek’s gonna fuck you in ass,” I hardly call that art.
CC: Maybe so, but the crowd was so Hip! Tons of
scantily-clad vixens in tattered, sexy outfits. It was totally Zef! Amazing how
Die Antwoord’s futuristic, streetwise style permeated the place.
DN: That likely speaks to the marketability of one country’s
trash to another. I hear Honey Boo Boo is big in England right now.
CC: Well, either way, the crowd was electric! As the strobes
flashed and the dubstep beats pulsed from the speakers, the rave-like crowd
bounced and swayed in syncopation, singing along in dutiful worship to classics
like “Evil Boy” and “Enter the Ninja.”
DN: I imagine the crowds at National Socialist Worker’s
Party rallies in the early 30’s being pretty similar.
CC: Dude, I can’t believe you didn’t think the show was
DN: I never said that. In fact, the show was easily the
Hippest LFK has seen in years.
DN: Yeah, when Ninja told the crowd that overconsumption
would cause bugs to infest their asses, pulled security on stage to hump his
leg, and then dawned a KU basketball jersey for the encore, I was sold.