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Lyrics Born and Cut Chemist at the El Rey
after a brief el pollo loco detour, we cruised on down to the el rey theatre in los angeles to see lyrics born, cut chemist, and pigeon john do what they do...so here twas...cut chemist graced the pages of our last issue, and lyrics born blesses us with his presence in the new one!!! so it only made sense that we'd catch the two together cuz, well, we're just that cool...errr...actually they're just that cool!!! after a brief el pollo loco detour, we cruised on down to the el rey theatre in los angeles to see lyrics born, cut chemist, and pigeon john do what they do...
to our dismay, we had already missed pigeon john (i blame it on the damn fiesta chicken burrito...mmm.mmm) and walked in about two tracks into lyrics born set. while we were almost blinded by the shirt he was wearing (who gets away with that???) it didn't take longer than negative 4 seconds to get over it and into the beats and the grooves that lb is best known for throwin' down!! with a full band backing his smoothtacular lyrical flows, he had absolutely no trouble doing what he does best...getting the crowd to move and hoop and holla and sway and jump and...well...you get the picture. one of my favorite moments had to have been the live version of "i changed my mind"...the funky bass-line, the fluidity of the flows, the deep metaphorical realism of the story behind lb's words...awww yayeerrr!!!!!!!
now as if lb wasn't enough, it was time for cut chemist to hit the stage.
the curtains closed.
the curtains opened.
there were turntables, cd decks, and a VJ manipulating carefully chosen visuals on two ginormous screens flanking either side of the stage. it was absolutely mesmerizingly magnificent to see cut navigate his way through much of the material on his solo album "the audience's listening." its like watching a master get busy. fuck that...it WAS watching a master get busy. the chemist manipulated a laboratory full of sounds, beats, rhythms, and emotions into one long seamless set. hymnal joined him onstage to throw down his geniously lazy slacker vocals for "whats the altitude." and the robots got all crazy while his maddening drum competition to keep pace with the drummer on the screen made the percussion glands in the crowd's cerebrum all psycho-like! huh? i dunno...but it was sick!! and to top things off...cut got the crowd into the mix...literally...showcasing dvd turntable decks, he recorded shout outs from the crowd on the fly and cut and scratched the shit out of the vocals as well as the visuals on the screens on top of his beats. i mean...WUT??? this was 'eee-eee-eeee-wicky wicky-eaaasst l...a...bay-bay-b-b-b-baby' awwww...yaaaaa!!