Hollywood Holt. That's who.
So a few weeks back I hit up the Dizzee Rascal show at the Echoplex. Before Dizzee graced us with his presence, we the crowd got to enjoy the fine talent that were the opening acts. Each one was hit or miss and easy to describe the next day if a friend asked you to recap the show; Band one, Kenan Bell, had a Roots feel if you were to remove Black Thought, insert Saul Williams, delete the spoken word and add a few more caucasians to the backing band. [You know, they combined rock and rap]. Opening act number two, The 87 Stick Up Kids, tried to recreate that 1980's B-Boy House Party rap vibe; And then there was Hollywood Holt. A Chi-Town native, not much taller than me [I'm 5'3], whose set was more memorbale for the "yes y'all's" and the "everybody say HEY(s)!...HO(s)!" than it was for the actual lyrical dexterity and/or audible hooks. In other words, it was another Los Angeles show in which you walked away thinking you'd never hear from or see these opening acts again.*
I was wrong.
New flava in ya ear!
Hollywood Holt.
Hollywood.
*Not knocking these acts at all. Y'all know what I'm saying.
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