Jen and I rocked the house with M.I.A. at Los Angeles’ hipster haven Echoplex last night, and as always, the lady with lyrics was totally bitchin’ and the walls were shaking with her smooth rhymes and quaking beats. We tried to party like it was 1999 and shake our tailfeathers like we were at rave in 1997–but were totally upstaged by clusters of 100-lb. cutie music nuts adorned in enough gold bicycle shorts, ironic mustaches, and cropped leggings to make Terry Richardson cry.
Bottom line: M.I.A. kicks ass. We love her. And her fans.
Her new album Kala drops August 27 (and having heard it all, I must say it already puts her kick-ass debut LP Arular to shame)– but if you can’t wait, download a sneak peek here.
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