Die Antwoord News

A story of a fan that was one out of many to find out he's being robbed from his cell while bouncing on a live Die Antwoord gig. Must be a pretty oldskool thief, don't you get a free phone everytime you buy a bottle of milk these days? Anyway, once upon a time during a Die Antwoord live show far far away....

Finally, the moment had arrived. Ninja jumped on stage, and the Yo-Landi’s voice pierced through the audience. DIE FOKKEN ANTWOORD!

Starting with the crowd-pleaser “Enter The Ninja”, Die Antwoord made sure that every single person in the audience got their money’s worth. What I love about Die Antwoord the most is the fact that, inbetween their “zef so fresh” antics and mock cultural references, they do tend to hit a nerve with such a large variety of people. The moment you realise how cross-culture Die Antwoord manages to be whilst ripping off the very same cultures, is when you start appreciating the genius behind what they do. They manage to paint a picture of South Africans that is not just accurate, it is also way more introspective and honest than we give it credit for. On stage, Ninja (formerly known as Max Normal) doesn’t just spit out rhymes about rough childhood and poverty, it also tells of wanting to break free from the expectations of certain cultures and about dreaming big,proving yourself to those who never thought you would amount to anything. This, and loads of blantant sexual references makes one HELL of an interesting cocktail. Love it or leave it, Die Antwoord is a force of nature and I for one definitely love it.

The set continued, and all the hits were played. The night ended with Superevil, an old Max Normal.tv favorite, followed by Doosdronk (the song that Francois van Coke joined in on at Ramfest III). At this point in the night, Ninja usually decides that stage-diving is a good idea and the crowd prepares itself.



This is always a highlight – Die Antwoord has always been great with crowd interaction. 1…2…3 stagedives later and the song was over. This was also the end of the gig and people started reaching for their phones and wallets, with their next destinations in mind…and that is when it happened.

I realised that my phone was missing, and I assumed it fell out of my pocket during Doosdronk, when everyone was jumping around and having a good time. I started looking around on the dingy floor, when I noticed several other people doing the same thing. This is when it dawned on all of us…we were pickpocketed. With all of us facing the stage, some f*ckers were robbing us blind and none of us even noticed. Chaos erupted as people started to frantically look through their belongings, and the bouncers decided that everyone inside should stay inside until they can call the police to come and search for the stolen merchandice…the police never came.

One lucky individual had his cellphone retrieved from one of the perps that was caught out. As far as I heard, the perp also had a tooth knocked out in which serves him right, I guess. As far as I know, about 15 cellphones and wallets were stolen – I am not 100% on the count and I also know for a fact that not everything was reported.

by: Lourens Loki Corleone
source: http://nickfrostmusic.wordpress.com/2009/10/02/queens-boulevard/