Their set was an hour of super-sweaty dance party fun that had even the goofiest of white guys pulling of respectable moves for the ladies they were grindin’ on.
Every so often a song gets stuck in my head and then I spend days thrashing around trying to get it out. I don’t try and get it out because I don’t like the song, but rather because I feel the song has violated me, getting inside my body.
It’s understated and often ironically joyous instrumentation adeptly places these harrowing stories against a political climate that honors their sacrifice with cheap platitudes.
Much like the classic hip-hop duo, C-Web and Peja were humorless as they dismantled opponents.