Die Antwoord are rap's new aliens: a trio of "zef" (i.e., white trash) South Africans led by an MC with a craggy, off-his-meds flow and a pipsqueak hype girl with a crazy mullet. Their major-label debut piles up techno beats, Afrikaans lyrics and choruses that sound like warped schoolyard chants, peaking with the intense and addictive "Enter the Ninja" — whose machine-gun rhymes and surreal singsong hooks suggest Eminem's "Lose Yourself" on crank. Elsewhere, Die Antwoord get stuck in mediocre porn-rap, rhyming about ejaculating in champagne glasses and chicks with dicks. The overall effect is sort of like watching freak-show performers who haven't figured out how to maximize their talents.
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