Four out of five hip-hop publications agree: After a half-decade of neo-traditionalists and neo-neo-traditionalists, New York is back, baby, and producing more good raps than anytime since Dipset ran uptown and G-Unit owned Queens. But if you’re searching for one of this renaissance’s most creative artists, ditch XXL cover boys A$AP Rocky and French Montana (no shots, at least not at the latter) for Mykki Blanco, the California/North Carolina transplant who exclusively spits fire over beats from dance-leaning producers like Brenmar, Le1f, and Flosstradamus (Luger what? Harry who?). And unlike her more famous, always late, and barely there peers, Blanco’s performances are exactly that—filled with energy and dancing both onstage and off. Don’t miss it.
Tue., April 2, 8 p.m., 2013
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on March 27, 2013