URB Magazine recently had a chance to get in more than a few tour dates with Die Antwoord. Trying to put the experience of catching one of the South African rave-rap group’s shows into words is like trying to put an explosion back in a land mine. Visceral, evocative, and loud, their performances are meant to to wake you from ‘unconsciousness’ and to shock you into the reality in the here and now.
One of our ever-roving reporters, Klementina Mellin, reported the following: Die Antwoord’s live shows are impossible to forget and this past Sunday at the Boulevard Pool in Vegas was no different….outrageous, offensive, brilliant, brave and hilariously fun are just a few words that come to mind. Judging by the clouds of ehhh, medicinal smoke rising above the crowd and the loud antics, if you want to rave with Die Antwoord – you better be able to handle your sh*t. Whether you’re watching Yo-Landi devour the bleeding flesh off a bone on huge video screens or seeing Ninja moon the camera on stage, the concerts are always provocative and disturbing. Does it offend you?! GOOD! Because maybe we are all a bit too comfortable and complacent even in our party routine. And to be sure the message is loud and clear, the Vegas grand finale was a shirtless teenage boy, alone on stage, telling the audience to shut up before the closing words…”America, fuck you.”
And with that all the guys who just two hours earlier paid the steep prices of bottle service at the pool’s VIP balcony cabanas were sent into a wild rage of booing and trash talking, while the girls that came with them looked with a confused expression at the cheering crowd below…
It is exactly the type of response that their shows are meant to illicit. Compounded by the drunken debaucherous masses from all points America that have coalesced for that particular weekend, the energy exhibited falls right along their shock art/music pervue — and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
If you missed them playing in the States, you can still check out their 2014 album Donker Mag.
Words by Klementina Mellin & Phil Nacionales