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Diamond Black Hearted Boy was absolutely nothing like my cursory Myspace investigation might have indicated. He was on some serious low-fi art-damaged retro-apocalyptic post-Nintendo glam Afro-Futurist rock star business. He had the MJ jacket and the Prince dance moves and the hi-top fade, and he played what sounded like a 20-minute warmup to a dance party that failed to materialize (either musically or literally). It was Afrika Bambataa multiplied by the weirder ends of the Digital Hardcore spectrum, but minus anything that anyone might actually dance to. It was a funk show without any funk, a noise show without any aggression (although he did get Parisi in a headlock at one point), and a bizzare basement-grown performance art project from a person who is clearly working with an entirely personal and unique set of cultural signifiers. I won’t say everyone would have loved it, but I will say that everyone should have seen it. - nailgunmedia.com User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.