An addictive mix of backyard bbq and schoolyard charm, the crowd dutifully and capably handled the MIA hook. No mean mugging, just the flesh and blood embodiment of lead single Sunshine. As much love as she was getting, she threw it right back, shouting out DC with an infectious grin from start to finish. MIA assisted Bang got the response youвЂ™d assume it would and, when Diplo collaboration Whassup Whassup dropped, weвЂ™d officially descended into dance floor freak show mayhem. She rode the beats effortlessly with a machine gun flow, taking a break only to drop it to the ground for routines that would bring a tear to 90s RnB fans everywhere. With a DJ in tow and 3 dreadlocked, diesel backup dancers rocking matching tanks (well, 2.5 tanks, 1 was half mesh take note, artists вЂ“ backup dancers fucking rule) she tore into a flurry of material from the past 2 years and Go! Pop! Bang!, your favorite party album come January.

Clad appropriately in tights, neon running jacket and sneakers, we were all ready to dive into the Rye Rye workout. Hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your husbandвЂ¦ Within minutes of Rye Rye blasting off on the 930 Club stage, I got txts from boys and girls alike who wanted to race me in proposing to the Baltimore club queen throneвЂ™s heir apparent.

Words by: Josh Phelps (RYE RYE) & Katie Glanz (DIE ANTWOORD)ДЄll of DCвЂ™s best, brightest, and most promising young people crowded into 9:30 Club Wednesday night to witness something quiteвЂ¦remarkable, a South African hip-hop act that is the musical equivalent of 4loko вЂ“ItвЂ™s pretty gross, you know you shouldnвЂ™t be drinking it, but you do anyway because on some level, itвЂ™s geniusвЂ¦Д«ut, lets start at the begginingвЂ¦. EditorвЂ™s note: this show was so epic, we doubled up on writers and photographers (teamwork!):

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