Bone Thugs @ The Middle East

Monday, December 23rd, 2013

Seeing Bone Thugs in a basement-like venue is both intimate and weirdly anachronistic. It’s cozy because it’s 1000 degrees, the epitome of a sweatbox. Getting a drink spilled on you is inevitable. Then comes the anachronism. Just looking at Bizzy Bone’s style—hoodie with jewels printed all over it, ill-fitting backwards snapback, long cornrows, etc—teleported me back to middle school.

Suddenly, I felt like I was listening to “1st of tha Month” for the first time in my basement, back in the 8th grade. It truly is 1999 Eternal with these guys.

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2 High 2 Die: Action Bronson + Danny Brown @ The Wilbur

Monday, October 7th, 2013


The last time Action Bronson came to town, he body slammed some punk that tried to steal his shine onstage. Usually, that would be a tough act to follow. But then again, there wasn’t much that was usual about the 2 High 2 Die tour on Thursday night at the Wilbur. While there were no onstage melees, there were more than enough weird hijinks.

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Boston, Together & Everything PVRPLE

Tuesday, May 14th, 2013

For our Boston readers, this week marks the annual Together Festival. For most JTTS fans that doesn’t mean shit, but there’s def some acts worth checking.

 

 

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Ghostface Gets Live On His Born Day @ The Wilbur

Monday, May 13th, 2013

A spliff in the Commons is the perfect appetizer before seeing the Wally Champ. It whets the Wu Tang whistle. A stately venue like The Wilbur gets even iller when you’re toasted. I wasn’t dusted like Supreme Clientele era Ghost, or that yt Ethan Hawke in Training Day, but the Sour put me in a proper place.

Even though we slid in only 20 minutes after the doors opened, Moe Pope had already wrapped up his criminally short set. After the release party for Let the Right Ones In, I was looking forward to seeing a Boston MC open for a God MC. To add insult to injury, the dude that followed—a clown with zero charisma who questionably rocked a feather in his hair on some FGGT steeze—didn’t deserve to be billed above Roxbury’s finest. Since it was Ghost’s birthday, Feather Man led the crowd through a birthday song that fell even flatter than his rhymes. He was trying to save face but he couldn’t get out of his own way.

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