On “Enter the Ninja” and “Wat Kyk Jy,” the floor looked like a ride at Disneyland during an earthquake with all the mouse ears bopping.”Fish Paste” also seemed to work as tribal stomp, despite the unneeded explanation that the song is about a mother’s vaginal odor. And it might be the unparrelled weirdness that made a handful of their songs in Seattle, against all odds, work to get the DeadMau5 fans bouncing. They make an odd couple, to say the least. His partner is the pixie-sized Yo-Landi Vi$$er, who looks like a miniature Lady Gaga, albeit a less androgynous one. He was born Watkin Jones, and is a seasoned vet of Capetown clubs, which is where he came up with the vision of Die Antwoord. Ninja is not the lead singers’ real name, and it is either his sixth of seventh nom de plume, depending whose counting. The group’s DJ is named Hi-Tek, but that, like a lot of Die Antwoord, may simply be a joke. Some of this was musical, as Ninja favors old school playground rhymes, which he knocked down in front of beats that would have been at home on a 1987 LL Cool J album. There were times while watching leader “Ninja” when one couldn’t help but think of the specter of Vanilla Ice, albeit a lankier, more tattooed, Afrikaner version. While the Die Hard has earned a following among auto buffs over years, the record-buying public is decidedly more fickle, particularly in the problematic category of white rap. This Seattle date was no doubt set up before Die Antwoord’s “Enter the Ninja” video went viral, which made the South African band a YouTube sensation, and catapulted their name temporarily ahead of the Sears Die Hard battery in search engine results. in a manner typical for a band that at every turn leaves audiences scratching their heads - they played second, on a three-band bill, opening for Deadmau5. Respect due.Die Antwoord started their first headlining tour of the U.S. Leave the lights up onstage, force the audience to beg for you to come back, and then play a couple leftovers. What a self-serving, quasi-insecure, weird, conformist, concert formality/tradition they are, I always think. Did you know that I hate encores? Hate em.

You know what else I really loved about their set? No fucking encores. To me, with a couple exceptions, their songs all kinda sound the same – colossal, fire truck-red guitar lines, wrecking-ball-to-your-scrotum drum programming, with baby-cute vocals over top. There wasn’t really much more to say about them. Some girl was going around picking pockets.” After the show, someone from security was like “this was the most disgusting crowd I’ve ever seen here. And one point, a Phoenix security policia stepped on my foot while dragging some bro out in a headlock. Once she put on an audience member’s fitted cap like a girl who likes you. She did a lot of “ah ah ah” type of stuff, which seems to be about half of this band’s lyrical content. Alexis asked people to scream at the top of their fucking lungs with her, and guess what, they did.

Die antwoord tour review