After months of anticipation, Die Antwoord finally revisited Southern California. Determined to be front and center, we booked a room at the adorably historic (and certifiably haunted?) Hotel Figueroa in downtown LA. The decor was Moroccan fabulous, and somehow very homey for us. I highly recommend this hotel for anyone who likes to escape from everything-particularly from amenities. In the middle of the Staples Center's mess of tall buildings and a 360 degress view of concrete, it looms a dark, cozy and very welcome oasis.
After lunch at Roscoe's, we perched by the hot tub with books and energized for a rowdy show. Good decision.
Lighting and crowds contributed to fuzzy pictures, but who cares? If you aren't familiar with this band, you need to spend some time on youtube. You will either adore or completely despise them.
Twas a rowdy, violent, energetic show indeed. I proudly walked away with a fat lip from a certain front man crowd surfing. The trio wowed and sounded surprisingly great live, considering just how electronic they tend to be. After the show we were covered in everyone else's sweat and grinning ear to ear like fools. After all, Die Antwoord is here to remind us that being fancy and disgusting often go hand in hand. $UCCE$$.
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