Before: When I hear the band's name, I think of mushroom-cloud hair, "I'm sorry Miss Jackson," and of course, "Hey Ya!" I think of a bunch of guys with bouncing vocals jumping around and bringing the funk.
After:
I heard some things that gave more dimension to the band. After the music finished during one song, they spoke about pertinent issues of their time for about a minute. Someone introduced another song by speaking in a way that felt like he was sitting in a chair a pace away from me. It was as if he and I were seeing eye to eye on his intentions of his music and craft. We were equals, and he earnestly wanted to communicate with his audience. It was unique.
Their lyrics are imaginative, dropping words like "kangaroos" amidst their funky fresh rapping.
I feel myself relax in their pool of sound because they are about respect. There's no cringing because they're smoothly alluding to women when referencing some inferior animal. They're not building thrones of pride, money, and reputation. They stress protection of ones of their kind and other relatable values.
Stand out line: She was "Sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup"
All in all, it was a cool, jazzy way to spend a Wednesday evening. I feel a tinge more literate in hip hop, although I know I have a loooooooong way to go. I have take the first step of my thousand mile journey! You da man, Confucius!
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