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1. •  
     CommentAuthorkeenan
   • CommentTimeFeb 6th 2010

    
   you will both love and hate this
2. • CommentAuthorOh....psssshhhh
   • CommentTimeFeb 7th 2010

    
   Jesus
3. •  
     CommentAuthorold prospector
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010 edited

    
   did you read their interview in vice magazine? .wtf man.
   i think they are the only group with a dj that has progeria syndrome
4. •  
     CommentAuthorgillenstien
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010

    
   i get this weird napoleon dynamite, laughing at poor people type vibe from all this
   i need to think less and just like stuff
5. •  
     CommentAuthorshawn b maher
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010

    
   I was initially pretty disgusted, but then I couldn't help watching all of the videos on youtube. I'm just amazed that it's real.
6. •  
     CommentAuthorshawn b maher
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010

    
   I saw something in the comments on that Vice interview:
   
   “It’s not about where you’ve been...it’s about where you’re at” runs the rhyme in pioneering hip-hop duo Eric B & Rakim’s I Know You Got Soul. This classic rap could be Watkin Tudor Jones’s motto. For most emcees back in the mid-90s scoring a major label deal with spliff-rappers Original Evergreens and a Best Rap SAMA award for Puff the Magic would’ve been a fantastic foot in the door. But not for Jones who hated being pigeonholed as South Africa’s answer to Cypress Hill, and left the major label to expand his creativity with a new conceptual hip-pop crew Max Normal. After critical acclaim for 2001’s Songs From the Mall, rapturous performances at the Dutch Pukkelpop festival and talk of pop siren Nelly Furtado being keen on a collaboration, it seemed a slam dunk that the world would finally get to know Waddy Jones.
   
   But Max Normal imploded. Word has it that Jones just wasn’t interested in selling out and disbanded the crew simply because they’d become “too successful”. A couple of hiatuses in a Buddhist ashram and some yoga studies later and he was back in the game with cosmic cartoon hip-hop conceptualists the Constructus Corporation and their cult epic Ziggurat (2003) which featured then unknown young beat boys Markus Wormstorm and Sibot. A year later the concept dissolved amidst rumours of ignominious beefs about the merit of creating commercially “phat beats”. Wormstorm and Sibot left to form The Real Estate Agents, cult local success and later, international tours with Sweat.X and Playdoe.
   
   Despite favourable critical reception for his own The Fantastic Kill (2005), it was only when Max Normal was reanimated as corporate hip-hop concept, Max Normal.TV in 2007 that audiences started paying attention again. A slot at Oppikoppi’s Way of the Dassie festival gave Jones the chance to unleash a parade of personas that ranged from the super-stylised motivational speaker sermons of ‘cult leader’ Max Normal to the slapstick braggadocio skits of rave rapper Wad-E. All of which was capped by a nomination for Good Morning South Africa in the Best Alternative Album category at this year’s South African Music Awards.
   
   Only problem is Max Normal.TV is no more. Jones has moved on. He’s got his head into a brand new band he needs to share with the world. Enter Die Antwoord. Billing themselves as “a fresh, futuristik rap-rave crew from the dark depths of Africa”, Die Antwoord debuts Jones’ new alter ego Ninja, alongside Max Normal.TV legions Yo-Landi Vi$$er and DJ Hi-Tek. Intriguingly, Ninja and Yo-landi rap in a ‘Zef’ parody of Cape Flats Afrikaans about topics ranging from rich bitches and getting blind drunk to groin-grabbing boasts about who’s going to rock the party to what’s hot and beyond. Right, sounds like yet another delightfully artful deconstruction of the impossibility of ‘keeping it real’ while ‘selling out’?
7. • CommentAuthorjoshead
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010 edited

    
   Does anybody else get a sorta "Gummo" feeling from this?
8. •  
     CommentAuthorkeenan
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010

    
   Although Die Antwoord is controversially entertaining, i wish Maxnormal.tv would have made it over here: (from Wikipedia)
   " Max Normal.TV are a South African hip-hop crew. They perform live wearing 3 piece suits while frontman MaxNormal delivers his motivational speaking style raps to the audience. Max also illustrates all his lyrics to help the audience follow. These images are projected onto a big screen above the live performers and are triggered live to the beat by Max's personal assistant, Yolandi Visser. The Max Normal.TV live shows work like high-energy hip-hop power point presentation, perfect for the club, concert or boardroom."
9. • CommentAuthorjoshead
   • CommentTimeFeb 8th 2010

    
   So wait, this is a joke? Im confused
10. •  
      CommentAuthorgillenstien
    • CommentTimeFeb 9th 2010 edited

     
    after listening to some of the max normal stuff and finding out that "zef" means redneck or white trash i think it seems pretty obvious this whole thing is an act. it's seems kind of like the larry the cable guy of south africa. but i still like it
11. •  
      CommentAuthorkeenan
    • CommentTimeFeb 9th 2010

     
    For those who are confused- Die Antwoord is somewhere between Ali G and Lady Gaga as far as "real" goes. The leader is a formerly critically acclaimed South African rapper who got fed up with the music industry and now does goofy character driven projects such as this in order to poke fun at/take advantage of pop culture idiocy.
12. •  
      CommentAuthorkeenan
    • CommentTimeFeb 9th 2010 edited

     
    For reference here is what he looked like as "max normal"-
13. •  
      CommentAuthorshawn b maher
    • CommentTimeFeb 9th 2010

     
    I watched the Max Normal video on you tube for Total Fuck Up and now I can freely laugh knowing that it's not real. The sympathy I would feel for Die Antwoord if they were real people, however, could be immeasurable.
14. •  
      CommentAuthorgillenstien
    • CommentTimeFeb 10th 2010

     
    yeah
    but the tunes are totally sick
    the full version of beat boy is fucking epic
    i don't think i've ever heard a 8 minute long rap song about a woman with a penis and period blood crystallizing
15. •  
      CommentAuthorgillenstien
    • CommentTimeFeb 10th 2010

     
    here are the lyrics to beat boy. i just looked them up and it is the craziest thing i have ever read
    
    Beat Boy
    Yo Dj Hi-Tek
    Drop The Motherfuckin Beat Box Dog
    Bring That Next-Level Shit
    Uh, Yo, For Real
    That’s What I’m Talking About
    Check It Out
    
    Totally Psychic, Open Your Mind Quick As The Vibe Kicks
    Moederfok It, I Skeem This Vibe’s Rou
    Jislaaik Yo
    Yo Yo Yo Yo Check Out This Hype Flow
    I Go By The Name Of
    N-I-N-J To The Motherfuckin A
    Straining Your Brain Like Tv Static
    Check Out The Phunky 3D Grafix
    Rave Visuals, Enter My Digital Zone
    As I Recite A Poem On The Microphone
    I’m Scoping, 3Rd Eye Strobing, Mind Open, Sweat Streaming
    Flesh Gleaming, Best Feeling, High-Energy Peaking, Deep Meanings
    Freak When I See Things, Like This Chick In A G-String
    Can I Touch You Friend?
    
    Hook:
    Beat Boy, Beat Boy
    Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
    Hit That Perfect, Hit That Perfect
    Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
    
    (Repeat)
    
    Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh!
    Yo Pump It Uh!
    Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It,
    Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh!
    Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Stick It, Dunk It
    P-P-P-P-Pump It!
    
    I Think About You When I Masturbate
    You Can’t Even Believe It But That’s Ok
    On The Microphone I Fascinate
    When I Let My 3Rd Eye Exaggerate
    Freaky Visions, I Tell You What I See
    Cold Concrete Scattered With Dry Leaves
    You Naked Lying On The Pavement
    People Are Standing Round With Laany Shoes
    You Can Hardly Move, You Look Sexy
    All Of A Sudden, The Streets Are Empty
    You Stand Up, Open Your Eye-Lids
    You In A Trench Coat, It’s French, You Look Stylish
    You Walk In The Silence, Not Sure What The Time Is
    It’s Totally Twilight, The Sky Is Violet
    An Abandoned House, Look Ahead You See
    Some Open The Door, Yes It’s Me
    With The Meanest Penis You Ever Seen
    You On Your Period, With No Tampon
    You Kneel Down And Get With The Vibe
    Your Period Blood Has Crystalized
    You Offer Me The Red Crystal, It’s Ill
    Grab Hold Of The Mic Tight, Tonight’s The Night
    The Vibe Is Live, Pump Up The Base
    I Got Tentacles Coming Out My Face
    I Rise Into The Air Cut Myself Open
    Warm Blood Pours Down All Round
    I Speak From The Deep Cut In Between My Thighs
    You Covered In Blood Rubbing Your Boobs, Feeling Nice
    
    Hook
    
    You Open The Door Step Into The Place
    Look Around, Strange Painting On The Walls
    A Chick On The Floor On All Fours, Totally Nude
    In High Heels, The Vibes Ill
    She’s Hand-Cuffed, Ankle Cuffed, Steel Collar
    With A Long Lease Attached To The Ceiling
    The Scene’s Appealing, Revealing Weird Feelings
    Make You Forget About What You Believing
    Another Chick Chilling Against The Wall
    Flashing Her Boobs, Legs Spread With A Nice Vagina
    And A Long Stick, There’s A Nice Big
    Painting Above Her Head, Expensive!
    You Check Another Chick On All Fours
    Chilling Next To Another Chick Lying On The Floor
    Legs Spread In The Middle Of The Corridor
    Close Shave, Don’t Touch What You Can’t Afford
    The Next-Room’s A Bed Room, You Become Two
    What I Mean Is: You Plus Another You
    You Get Down With Yourself While I Watch
    Body Buzzing Like A Bed Of A Billion Bees
    You Kneel Down In Front Of The Other You
    Time To Learn Something New
    The One Kneeling Is A Slave
    Kneel For The Master
    Feel The Warm Hand On The Back Of Your Head
    You Got A Tattoo On The Back Of Your Neck
    An Infinity Sign That Represents Your Past
    Your Master Touches You On Your Tattoo
    And Removes Your Tattoo, Now You Brand New
    I’m Proud Of You Dear
    There’s Nothing You Not Allowed To Do Here
    Listen To Me, The Infinity Tattoo Is A Key
    Let Go To My Rhyme And Open Your Mind
    
    Hook
    
    Lift Up Your Dress, Open Up Your Legs
    Your Vaginas Sewn Up, Untie The Thread
    My Sublime Rhyme Inside Your Head
    Your Mind Is Rushing, Vagina Gushing
    Another Chick In The Corner Taking A Piss
    It Looks Nice, The Whole Vibe Is Totally Kinky
    Look Around, The New Room Is Fancy
    Remove Your Fur Coat, Remove Your Panties
    I’m Rocking A Suit And A Black Face Mask
    I Ejaculate In Champaign Glass
    Your Precious Flesh Is So Mysterious
    Pierce Your Nipples With Two Long Needles
    Like A Crucifix, Take You To Another Level
    While I Get My Freak On, The Vibe Is Mental
    Transcendental, We Somewhere Else Now
    Still Rocking A Mask, But I’ve Taken Off My Suit
    You Rocking A Mask Too, Shaking Your Nice Boobs
    I Tell You I Like You, You Feel My Piel
    We Start French Kissing With Flippin Long Tongues
    We Somewhere Else Now, You Dressed Conservative
    I Transform Into A Big Black God
    Feel The Realness, My Dick’s Lank Hard
    You Can’t Belive It, A Dick In Your Palm
    As Big As Your Arm, We Somewhere Else Now
    A Hospital Uh! Get Ready For The Operation
    Lot Of Guys Chilling Behind You, Blasts From The Past
    All Rocking A Mask, Penises Out
    Drop Your Panties For The Surgeon
    “I’m Not A Virgin” It’s Not A Problem
    Look In The Mirror, You Can See It’s You
    You Got Two Nice Boobs And A Penis Too
    
    Hook
    
    The Men In The Masks Gather Round The Patient
    Waiting In Anticipation
    The Old Surgeon Says “Can You See This?”
    “A Beautiful Woman With A Brand New Penis!”
    You Klap The Surgeon, Flip Him Right Round
    Bend Him Over, Lift His White Gown
    Gryp The Surgeon’s Milky Butt-Cheeks
    Rape The Surgeon, Break The Surgeon
    Absorb You Penis Into Your Tummy
    You A Woman Again, Complete With A Vagina
    I’m Flipping My Rhyme Uh!
    Tripping Your Mind Out
    Ripping And Vipping Your Pip
    Flip It Inside-Out
    Now You The Teacher, You The Guide
    The Real You Won’t See You Denied
    You Got Crazy Sex Appeal, All Tied Up
    Kneeling On The Pavement, You Can’t Say Shit
    Your Mouth Is Gagged, You Surrounded By
    A Thousand Guys Totally Under Your Spell
    They All Totally Scared Of The Power You Hold
    You Can Changed The Rules Of The Game And Devour Their Souls
    Now’s The Time Girl
    Let’s Head Back Into The Outside World
    The World Of Others, It’s Time To Go Back
    The Doors Are Stuck Shut But The Walls Are Beginning To Crack
    Uh! Now The Walls Are Bleeding
    It’s All Deceiving, You Soaking Wet
    With No Regrets, Feel Your Body Sweat Blood
    Peel Off Your Old Skin, Time To Get Love
    
    You Arrive At The Cemetery In Time For The Ceremony
    I Give You A Hot Kiss, Grab Hold Of Your Arse Cheeks
    How’d You Like To Get Laid On This
    Tomb Stone In The Middle Of The Rain Forest
    My Gaze Puts You In A Dase, I’m Loving Your Long Tongue
    Look At Your Beautiful Face, Covered In Hot Come
    Spread My Wings Block Out The Sun
    Lie On My Back, Scope Out Your Bum
    My Penis Stays Hard, You Breathing Heavily
    I Penetrate You, The Feelings Heavenly
    Now Bounce Girl, You Know It’s Hot
    Bounce, Bounce Girl Like, Oh My God!
    Totally Freaky Deaky Phunky
    Wad:E Make You Leave Your Body
    Transport You To Another Dimension
    You Alone In The Desert, Totally Nude
    The Silence Is Violent
    You Floating Above The Ground
    Invisible Energies Penetrate
    Every Hole In Your Body While You Levitate
    You Start Coming Apart, Shape-Shifting
    Wild, Out Of Control
    Destructo
    Ghan Odn Ar
    Dbir Vahniss
    Dgug Rgyud
    Hgyur Bzan
    Bhren Sseh
    Ehrsta Sugam
    Satah!
16. • CommentAuthor12
    • CommentTimeFeb 15th 2010

     
    I'll probably see them when they come here. Just cuz.