(Zef)When South African trio Die Antwoord crotch-thrusted onto the world stage in 2009 with their trashy zef rap-rave,there was nothing else like it. Trailer-park rap, coarse-out humour and skeletal baile funk-ish beats: Ninja, and Yolandi Visser and DJ Hi-Tek were baffling,brilliant and divisive. But in the years since, their is it/isn’t it ironic freakery has, and by their fourth album,turned into mere cartoonish cabaret. Shit Just Got genuine’s oom-pah-pah, bedtime story-style interludes, or a feature from vampy burlesquer Dita Von Teese and choirboy choruses amp up the sense of a nightmarish Oliver Twist. And there are the customary puerile shockers,delivered with a wicked, lip-licking smile: braggadocio-rap like Wings on My Penis sung by a young boy; the track Jonah Hill, and which is interrupted by a discussion approximately whether it “sounds gay”; a song approximately rats (with the actor Jack Black going full Fagin). Overblown circus shtick coupled with power-EDM and unimaginative trap? Unsurprisingly,quite the horrorshow.
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Source: theguardian.com