“man 9 months ago I was in a fucking small ass booth checking parking tickets now i’m a starving artist… shit fuck’s my head up. “
Who knew a gruff-voiced former Crown Heights parking attendant-turned-weirdo-emcee could pack Eclectic with sweat, rhymes, and somewhere between eight and twelve raucous hype men? Not me. Not you. As promised, it sounded a bit “like the time you saw a Mexican dude and a Chinese dude arguing in Spanish while a garbage truck backed up and someone drove by blasting the bass line of ‘Grindin.’” Except louder, and without the strippers.
After spirited opening sets by Wes’ own Kill-F (seriously: spirited) and Harvard-based Silky Johnson, Mr. Mothafuckin’ eXquire took to the stage for 30-35 minutes clad in a red Phillies hat last Friday, ran through raucous feel-good verses about “Dunk Driving on a Wednesday” and “Good Pussy in Chicago,” then retired quietly to the back of the stage and let his DJ’s club mixes rule the crowd for a lil while. As Argus correspondent Michael Darer ’15 faithfully reports, “Eclectic found itself particularly enlivened during the show, shaking with thunderous beats and boastful lyrics so that the entire house rumbled like a volcano.”
Below, a gallery of images primarily from eXquire’s set, with a few of Kill-F mixed in. If you snapped any of Silky Johnson, send them our way at staff(at)wesleying(dot)org.
Probably not-safe-for-work. Or for anything, for that matter.
We’re not getting any gruff-voiced Wu Tang bangers for Spring Fling this year (relax—the announcement’s coming soon), but here’s something better. Mr. Mothafuckin’ eXquire, the bizarro Crown Heights emcee with a weakness for Brooklyn strip clubs and Kennedy Fried Chicken, surfaces on Pitchfork.tv about a week before his Middletown debut. That show is happening in Eclectic on March 30, and what a filthy welcome back from break it’ll be—complete with an opening set by Wes’ own Kill-F (Waka-Whatever Feinstein ’13). If all goes well, it’ll sound kinda “like the time you saw a Mexican dude and a Chinese dude arguing in Spanish while a garbage truck backed up and someone drove by blasting the bass line of ‘Grindin.'”
Anyway, here’s a sample. eXquire bums around a private disco-lit strip club and chooses to freestyle madly over “Away From” by Robot Koch. Watching this clip in a suburban Starbucks surrounded by middle-schoolers and their math tutors is the worst decision I’ve made today. Again, consider this a NSFW tag: the video objectifies women; this blog post is neither endorsing nor debating its misogynistic elements.
In other Aural Wes news, Cloud Nothings are officially sharing a bill with Future Islands in a month (get psyched—the Albini-stamped Attack On Memory way well be the best LP of 2012), and The Rooks are preparing an unprecedented residency in the ’92. Also, USA Today is looking to profile Wes’ music scene. AW wants your photos. Direct them to wesconcertcommittee(at)gmail(dot)com. Happy end-of-break-work-explosion.