As we all know, rap is a dying genre, so this disparate group of six creatures decided to kick this carcass in the balls again. Three of them spit in the beats, one of them hits the kicks, and then there’s two dumbasses with strings, together they sometimes hit the beat. The thick beats are complemented by sensitive lyrics about why it’s time to get bad again tonight, as well as insightful philosophical thoughts worthy of Socrates. They manage to alternate between trap, phonk and rap metal for the show, so no one will be bored because no one knows what’s coming – quite often even the dudes on stage don’t.