As the Lazy Jay instrumental revved up, the venue was filled with unison chants to “212”: “I guess that cunt gettin’ eaten,” “I’mma ruin you cunt.” She didn’t sing the bridge—in fact, most singing was relinquished to the backing track—but the effect was still strong.
Read Steven’s write-up about last night’s Azealia Banks show on BlackBook because he knows what he’s talking about.
In the middle of Azealia’s set last night, Steven said, “I’m disappointed,” then proceeded to throw beads, wave balloon seaweed, and dance along as energetically as everyone else. We all left covered in sweat and confetti, with our minor disappointment in Banks’ performance doing absolutely nothing to change the fact that we had a great time. There was cotton candy, for Christ’s sake.