By Ashley Zimmerman
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By John Hood
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By Steve Brennan
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Curiosity is good.
Says Rat: "If you have even a little bit of an open mind, come down. You will probably have a good time. If not, stay the fuck home."
No laptop jockeys here.
"No laptops, no mixer boards because we noticed that people would be standing there staring at the computer or mixer and not focusing on the performance. This is about rocking. This is noise rock."
Noise chicks rule.
"They have more stamina. Women can withstand pain better than men. That's why chicks rock so much harder at noise."
Do not come to stroke your goatee.
"I don't go for that overly serious shit. That's why this festival was developed. Most musicians at this are completely out of their fucking minds, and you don't know what the fuck they are gonna do. You don't know what they are going to play or what's going to happen, but in the end, it rocks. Most of the bands are of the same mindset."
INC is about the artists.
Look out for Dead/Bird, RL Stein, Laundry Room Squelchers, Whats Yr Damage, Right Arm Severed, Newton, Dynasty, and Noumena. These groups combine homemade technology, radios, amplifiers, modified circuits, and performance art into a larger-than-life mindfuck. Artists perform constantly and change over every 15 minutes.
It's also about the artists' names.
Like Puke Attack/Gay Bomb, Occasional Detroit, Rotten Milk vs. Bubblegum Shitface, Turmoiled Functions, Regurgitron, and I Would Eat That Pizza.
South Florida makes noise too.
Local breakcore experimentalists Otto von Schirach, Doormouse, and Dino Felipe will all perform sans laptop and mixer, which is a departure of sorts. Says von Schirach: "I don't need a laptop; give me six mics and I will fart into them."
Don't be scared.
It's only noise. D. Sirianni
The International Noise Conference starts at 10 p.m. Thursday, February 16, and continues at 8 p.m. Friday, February 17, and 7:30 p.m. Saturday, February 18, at Churchill's Pub, 5501 NE Second Ave., Miami. The show is free. Call-305-757-1807.
When the Wu-Tang Clan rolls into South Florida this week, you'll witness what is perhaps the greatest hip-hop group ever in a rare live appearance. The key to the Wu's success lies not in their compatibility but in their differences from one another. If Method Man is the smooth hustler and RZA is the vaguely spiritual overseer, then Raekwon the Chef is cocaine cartel overlord and the distiller of Wubonics that humorous, esoteric blend of street speak, 5 Percenter rhetoric, and Kung Fu references.
When word leaked out last year that Raekwon was enlisting the forever-young Busta Rhymes to record a sequel to his influential 1995 solo joint Only Built for Cuban Linx, fans were ecstatic. Outtakes recently spoke with Rae about his upcoming album and the Wu-Tang Reunion tour.
Outtakes: So what's up with Cuban Linx 2?
Raekwon: Cuban Linx 2 is coming out the first week of May. And it's fire. The formula is to have the Clan involved with it and bring it back to how it was ten years ago. The Abbot [a.k.a. RZA] is in control, but you might hear some other [producers] that we feel deserved to be heard. I got Dre on this album. We have a lot of energy going on here. I'm going back into a very visual state of mind, and this is going to be a movie that you listen to.
Why did you decide to return to that cinematic rhyme style?
This was the vibe that everyone was loving about me, that's what everyone knows, that golden era of crack when everyone was striving to make something out of themselves. And my name is the Chef for a reason. I can hit you with this kind of flavor and then come with something else. I wouldn't be the Chef if I didn't have different kinds of seasonings around me. But I chose to speak about the things that I was involved with and that I saw around me.
I heard the tour was being dedicated to ODB.
Everything is in dedication to him. The live shows, the album... everything. I always think about him. He was the epitome of Wu for me. He was our alter ego. He made us believe in ourselves and made us the mighty Wu. He made us feel that nobody could fuck with us. Sam Chennault