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A Majestic Evening
Published on May 22, 2008
The essence of a Yo! Majesty show is the complete crunk party atmosphere. Its that type of show, where all comers get carried away by doctored up electro-retro-funk beats and the raw, and almost scary at times, intensity of the lyrical delivery. If you take a step back and start to parse the black-lesbian-feminist-gangster rap perspective that dominates the content of the lyrics, then you might be thinking too much. The moment might pass you by. To really enjoy the night, all you need to do is realize that three African-American women from Tampa Bay are on stage tearing up the mic, taking their shirts off, taking all punk mother-f***ers to task, and basically owning the room like its a perpetual Spring Break 3003. South Florida gets to bask in the royal treatment Friday at Studio A (60 NE 11th St., Miami, FL). Tickets cost $12 in advance or $15 at the door. Tickets can be had at www.ticketmaster.com; more information and some audio is at myspace.com/yomajesty4life.
Fri., May 23, 2008