Dan Le Sac VS Scroobious Pip, MC Riz and Sway

I arrived at the Mercury Lounge way too on time for the Dan Le Sac VS Scroobius Pip Show, for some reason I thought it was an early show. Having decided to not have any alcoholic beverages because of an earlier peanut butter and animal crackers fueled lunch, I was forced to wait around like a dope with my Babyhead and Ms. La Rousse. Eventually beats started to emanate from the main room, so we made our way over to see the fuss.

I was happy when a DJ began his schizophrenic set. His journey was akin to inexperienced oral sex; just as it felt really good and I started grooving in the hips he changed his pace abruptly bringing me back down. I am unclear if he was just messing around on the turntable or he was exploring his breadth; nonetheless any person who whips out, Cry Me A River (and no kids, not the Justin Timberlake song) and then later old style reggae beats it someone who is intensely promising.

Thank the heavens when MC Riz landed almost from out of the sky to start his set. Riz tore up the stage with his lyrics and beats. I was standing so close to the speakers that his song Radar reset the ticking of my heart and the base to the song thrummed my love button so fiercely that I was turning liquid. You have to love a man that can stimulate you in your secret places, especially your brain—his song, Sour Times should be required listening.

Sway, an unexpected addition to the cartel, was a master and I fell in love with his manner and swagger. I was annoyed because the crowd at this point where like a pile of dry noodles just standing there as he was boiling away to get them moving and, nothing. How the people could remain dead still during his song Up Your Speed is beyond me. At one point he even stopped singing his joint with Chamillionaire because they were just standing there like pod people. Sway tried everything short of backhand flips to get the crowd lubricated and loose. Thank you for being a diamond surrounded by coal and rockin’ it hard anyway, Sway—COME TO HARLEM.

La crème de la crème finally took the stage, Dan Le Sac VS Scroobious Pip did not disappoint. They were able to whip up the crowd into lather finally. Because I am such a lucky girl, I had the wonderful pleasure of standing next to the guy who knew every god forsaken word that Mr. Pip has ever uttered and shared it the whole time. Le Sac VS Pip kept me so enthralled that I hardly noticed the parrot. Le Sac’s mastery of sound layers was that of a Jedi savant as he ripped it up, forcing the people to move to his command. Pip, how do I not wax poetic bout him, from his Underoos showing above his pants, held in placed by a duct-tapped belt to his nicked baseball cap, like the ear of an alley cat, gripping! He is the irreverent bearded poet that takes you on these weird journeys and cajoles the people into metaphor and meaning. Unbeknownst to them he is programming them for thought. By the end of his song, Letter from God I had been indoctrinated by the maniacal magician.

Check out their sounds.

MC Riz - http://www.myspace.com/rizmc
Sway - http://www.myspace.com/swaydasafo
Dan Le Sac VS Scroobious - http://www.myspace.com/lesacvspip

& Also know that they will be at SXSW and have some dates in the US.