Project Pat and Raider Klan Got Faded and Watched 'Em Twerk at EVE Miami, January 18
The Clone High vibe came back when RV†D#R KLVWN (sp?) came on and all the kids posted on couches in the back emptied half the audience and filled the stage, letting us know that "white motherfuckers better roll out." They were possibly the most appropriate opener at a Project Pat show, considering that their founder is a minister at the Church of Triple Six and their mission follows suit. But live, they had to perform unadorned by the mysterious Underground Vol. 1-aping tape hiss of their recorded fare.
As if worried about the vulnerability of the reveal, they huddled around the platform like it was a corner freestyle, ironically reminiscent of how A$AP MOB crowds Rocky. They led a series of call-and-responses to which the answer was obviously "We dooooo!" For instance, "Who fuck with 3-6?" Or, "Who wanna get drunk and violent?" Or, "Who play 007?"
Denzel Curry, the Klan's most able and versatile performer, started off the set. He told us to check him out on Twitter as "Raven x Miyagi, like the Chinese nigga." Then came Pouya, looking like a forgotten extra from Gummo, with the worldview of Telly from Kids.
Then it rained. The Klan persevered while the crowd moved inside, resulting in some alienated chatter: "It's just water, guys. Thanks to all those real people that stayed out here."
The bad weather caused some logistical problems that required Project Pat's set take place inside EVE too. It was 2 a.m. at this point, and a woman named 2 Chain Barbie stood on stage, insisting that she was part of the still not happening show, and was there with two other women in Pat's entourage. Meanwhile, our host gave us a "back in the days of Rakim" speech that sounded like a live reading of B. Dot's Twitter feed, before Chris Black went Rahzel and made mouth music while DJ Ashy Knuckles set up.
Again, "Y'all ready for Project Pat?" led to something else, in particular "trapstep" remixes of "On One" and "Geek'd Up" (AKA "All the fun of rap, without all that rap!") while a girl with white shorts, a tank top, and a half-shaved head took her indefatigable twerking (which had made appearances during various sets of the night) into a lapdance for Chris's birthday.
At 2:30, a Project Pat associate gave us copies of his solid new mixtape Cheez N' Dope. And ten minutes later, miracles happened, the seas parted, and Project Pat took the stage, kicking off with mythic, auto-bio mission statement, "Raised in the Projects." He mentioned that "Spaceghost Purrp is in the building," but hilariously didn't bring him out for any songs. It was a fascinating contrast, because Pat's stage presence was fairly spare, and without a RVID#R KIIVN-style crew was strong enough to give the impression the whole family was there. It was actually unfortunate he didn't perform alone, as his hypeman blared ADR-style over Pat's subtle vocal tics, from elastic syllable stretches to consonant pacing that makes it sound like he's double-timing and slowing down at the same time. He ran through a bunch of hits that reminded he's got his brother Juicy J's melodic affability, making every line sound like a hook in its own right. Given that Loud Pack and Cheez 'N' Dope are uncompromised in their Pat-ness, it's a wonder he's not sharing J's mini-rennaissance.
Like Dolemite laughing about an assailant's rhythm while shooting at his feet, Pat's got some of that menacing Rudy Ray Moore glee with lines like "Bullet to the chessst, open. heart. sur-ger-eee/Callin' on gawwd, like you the cler-ger-eee" (from "Burn Me a Nigga") or the dirty charm of "In the tub, playin rub-a-dub, I just say the word and her pussy open like sesame" ( from "This, That" sans Luda) while girls plucked from the crowd joyously twerked on stage.
"Red Rum" came on and the lights went the same, Pat sounding more possessed than Danny Boy and Jack combined, and the beat sounding like a signal mothership. Ironically, there were no girls on stage during his rendition of "Twerk That," which made it sound like a grand campfire tale. He gave us the obvious, like "Good Googly Moogly" and "Chickenhead" and even dipped way back for "North North." But come 3:15, he was out of there, no encore. And given the coca-like jolt, none was really needed.
-- Adam Katzman
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