NECRO with RIVIERA REGIME and BLOODLINE at the Opera House, May 5. Tickets: $26.50. Attendance: sold out. Rating: NNN Rating: NNN
Necro inhabits a disgusting section of the raposphere. The one guy who kept horrorcore going ages after RZA and Prince Paul dropped their Gravediggaz shovels has cornered the market on sado-hop.
You only needed to glance around at all the seething, salivating all-agers surrounding you at the Opera House last Friday night to feel the devotion to the Brooklyn goth-rapper/low-budget porn entrepreneur's lurid world. His influence has spread for long enough that even his fans are rapping now, as was proven by openers Bloodline and Riviera Regime , who tried very hard to come off hardcore.
As expected, the packed house went nuts - smoke suddenly thick - when the prince of abuse rushed the stage in a crimson jacket and hat, approximately 17 random Caucasian thugs in tow. The diminutive guy broke heads off quick with his classic The Most Sadistic as well as other favourites like the LL Cool J-flipping I Need Drugs and Underground.
In addition to his entertainingly beligerent stage persona and distinct slur, it should be said that Necro's an ill producer, and also one of the most slept-on. His beats fuse a golden-era 90s aesthetic with an acidic, gothic, cinematic sound. Nothing sounds quite as sick while playing crisp on a good sound system like the Opera House's.
But there's a reason more people haven't heard him: he raps exclusively about crack, gore and other things I don't care to get too specific about. But Necro's biggest flaw isn't his inherent filth, but his redundancy.
In concert, as with his records, after rocking numerous songs (many new) detailing exactly how he's going to lacerate my chest, yes, I've gotten the point he's my worst nightmare.
In the most frustratingly played-out routine, he invited dozens of eager females to "dance" onstage. Why girls at hiphop shows consistently participate in this humiliating bit is beyond me. To the Dionne Warwick-sample-recontextualizing Get Down On Your Knees, one lucky consenter won the role of pretending to service Necro before hundreds of people.
Hopefully, someone recorded it on a cellphone; the footage will make a lovely keepsake for her parents.