Oxide & Neutrino : Austin Element
Texas was far too busy working out how the hell you dance to this freaky stuff to get vocal...
How about 'darn perplexed'? First surprise for the pair is a burly bouncer checking their ID on the way in. Unfazed, they set up lone decks and a mic, and with Neutrino clutching a bottle of champagne, they confront the more adventurous US observers and British converts with a brave and powerful demonstration of skills. Oxide speed-flips through dub-plates of ravecore bass and sped-up harmonies, while Neutrino makes free with excerpts from tunes like 'Nuff Of Dem Watch Me', flinging machine-gun rhymes over the heads of the gently-twitching crowd.
But tonight's show is hardly an ideal environment for Oxide & Neutrino. A club full of Wu-Tang Clan fans in New York might make sense. But for all Neutrino’s pleas to "[I]Make some noise, Texas![I]", Texas is far too busy working out how the hell you dance to this freaky stuff to get vocal.
Another swig, and Neutrino's spraying the room with tense inner-city haikus and pirate radio rhymes, Oxide's dropping the bad bass and an over-excited member of the British contingent is raising a lighter in recognition of their [a][/a]-sampling 'No Good 4 Me'. With a final courageous blurt of "[I]So Solid Crew representin' inside da place![I]"Oxide & Neutrino turn their high-tech space sneakers to the exit sign. The Sound of the British Inner City came to Texas, and it was quick on the draw. But not even a man running after them with an ice-bucketed bottle of champagne can persuade Oxide & Neutrino to linger. Moët don't chill properly in a Stetson hat.
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