Spank RockOctober 4 at Great Scott
It seems highly appropriate to be staring at a blinking cursor. After an hour or so of dancing, shouting, and sweating (profusely) to Spank Rock’s set at Great Scott, the thought of capturing the retrospect in words is exhausting. Opening with the deliciously lewd “Backyard Betty,” the Baltimore boys launched into song after song of running their mouth off about tits, ass, and shaking them both. With everyone in the crowd united under the general stench of endorphins and pheromones, the dancing was non-stop. Having missed them the last few times they’d been through town, the show had a lot of buildup and expectation that was surpassed by constant contact with the crowd, and a general state of euphoria. “Rick Rubin” was completely off the hook, and, at one point, they had just about every girl singing “shake it ‘til my dick turns racist.” “Sweet Talk” inspired one girl to hop up on the stage, which incited a flood of females to rush forward. Crammed amongst sweat and smiles, the set went on for several more songs before fading into a classic dj set of soul and oldies. After wringing our shirts out a bit in the bathroom, it was time to head home for a normal day of work on half a night’s worth of sleep. It was worth every minute. This year, hip hop has seen a lot of inventive twists on its once stagnant run of the last few years, but Spank Rock are noticeably in the lead of innovators that are bringing something decisively fresh to the market.
– Vicki G Siolos
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