The joy Homeboy Sandman brings to his work is infectious. Furiously rhymed verse are his finger paints, the ludicrously playful beats chosen canvases used to portray undie-hip-hop as simultaneously thoughtful and felicitous. This approach places him in the same rappity-rap lane as Eminem sans the gross misogyny, Asher Roth sans the weed fiending, and the perennially underrated Black Milk. Long may he reign, puzzling, dazzling, and schooling with the raw dexterity of a street pugilist.
Sat., Jan. 18, 8 p.m., 2014
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