“This place is ratchet as f##k!" exclaimed a damp El-P to the Porter's Pub crowd, summoning cheers from the dank pit of restless angst. The recently formed duo Run the Jewels, an amalgam of former Def Jux founder El P and Killer Mike, a member of the Dungeon Family, took in a breath before the riot continued. A Zach De La Rocha vocal sample heeded the arrival of "Close Your Eyes and Count to F##k," a rollicking number, brutal in its relentlessness.
El has long spit cleanly over his own crunchy beats, but the addition of Mike has weaponized his music with political lyrical audacity and bombastic vocals. "All My Life" acted as a hypnotic intermission, momentarily conquering the chaos. The snake-like bass line spilled out of an auto-tuned vocal intro, working in unison with the subdued nature of the bars being spit. But the eye of the storm soon passed. "Early" soon claimed the speakers with its thumping bass and vicious critique of police brutality.
With the audience in hysteria, a mosh pit enveloped the stage-front crowd and churned like Jupiter's Great Red Spot. And in just under an hour, it was done. No encore. Why would they return to the scene of the assault?
“This place is ratchet as f##k!" exclaimed a damp El-P to the Porter's Pub crowd, summoning cheers from the dank pit of restless angst. The recently formed duo Run the Jewels, an amalgam of former Def Jux founder El P and Killer Mike, a member of the Dungeon Family, took in a breath before the riot continued. A Zach De La Rocha vocal sample heeded the arrival of "Close Your Eyes and Count to F##k," a rollicking number, brutal in its relentlessness.
El has long spit cleanly over his own crunchy beats, but the addition of Mike has weaponized his music with political lyrical audacity and bombastic vocals. "All My Life" acted as a hypnotic intermission, momentarily conquering the chaos. The snake-like bass line spilled out of an auto-tuned vocal intro, working in unison with the subdued nature of the bars being spit. But the eye of the storm soon passed. "Early" soon claimed the speakers with its thumping bass and vicious critique of police brutality.
With the audience in hysteria, a mosh pit enveloped the stage-front crowd and churned like Jupiter's Great Red Spot. And in just under an hour, it was done. No encore. Why would they return to the scene of the assault?