by Kevin Allman
Hilariously, but predictably, some of the group’s lily-white hipster fanbase — who fancy themselves as curious, cultured, forward-thinking people, mind you — have been a little freaked out by all the on-stage “twerking” ... Meanwhile, Big Freedia is opening for the Postal Service in Berkeley later this week. I fully expect heads to explode.
In the normally neutral space of KeyArena, audience members were irritated, seemed to be uncomfortable with Freedia’s brand of sexual expression and questioned whether the performance was “real music.” Men in the stands conspicuously proclaimed their own heterosexuality, and in general the response was uneasy. Workers at food/beer stands confirmed everyone who ordered from them gave the set a negative review.
The leading light of the Crescent City hip hop hybrid called bounce showcased the style’s redux beats in an opening set that had many fleeing to the waiting area for another cocktail.
They drank to forget the sight of her three dancers spending the whole show bent over spread-legged and jiggling their considerable assets non-stop in a ceaseless bump (no grind). There is more to it than one would imagine as audience members pulled up on stage didn’t display anywhere near the elasticity of the pros. Not that anyone should necessarily aspire to a career as a bump-ee.
Either way, the “Queen Diva all the way from New Orleans, Louisiana” has done something quite impressive making a career out of such a limited and, ultimately, annoyingly repetitive genre. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that it is all an elaborate joke.