![]() ![]() Overblown circus shtick coupled with power-EDM and unimaginative trap? Unsurprisingly, quite the horrorshow. 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, which is interrupted by a discussion about whether it “sounds gay” a song about rats (with the actor Jack Black going full Fagin). Tyler Harvey SeptemMusic All photography by Meg O'Neill 25 min read That crazy and creative group we all love and admire for some reason, Die Antwoord, consists of the intriguing. ![]() Shit Just Got Real’s oom-pah-pah, bedtime story-style interludes, a feature from vampy burlesquer Dita Von Teese and choirboy choruses amp up the sense of a nightmarish Oliver Twist. ![]() But in the years since, their is it/isn’t it ironic freakery has, by their fourth album, turned into mere cartoonish cabaret. Trailer-park rap, gross-out humour and skeletal baile funk-ish beats: Ninja, Yolandi Visser and DJ Hi-Tek were baffling, brilliant and divisive. W hen 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. Die Antwoord, a South African rap-rave band that started in 2007 (and ends next year, with their album 'Mount Ninji and da Nice Time Kid') has a way of suggesting new white identities in South Africa through challenging the old discourses.
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