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The Washington Post, August 17, 1987 By Alona Wartofsky: When Run-DMC took the Capital Centre stage Saturday night, it was a moment worth reckoning. The whup-whup-whup of helicopters (a' la "Apocalypse Now") blasted out of the speakers, along with Wagner's "The Ride of the Valkyries." Amid a laser display of cartoon images celebrating the kings of rock, as they bill themselves, they walked on stage with all the requisite tough-guy posturing, and went right into the monstrous groove of "My Adidas." This concert was worth note: two of rap music's most innovative and outspoken acts, Run-DMC and the Beastie Boys--one black, one white--on the estimable "Together Forever" tour, talking about racial unity and def-jams (the rap term for great music). The successfully obnoxious Beastie Boys performed a raucously amusing show similar to their last gig here. Their shtick may quickly grow tired, especially for those over the age of 15, but they lay out a good groove, like "Rhymin' and Stealin'," and that's what really matters. The remainder of Run-DMC's set lived up to its dazzling beginning.Through powerful raps, infectious charisma, good timing and the turntable wizardry of deejay Jam Master Jay, the group easily transcended the inherent limitations of live rap performance. From the bone-crushing "King of Rock" to a delirious "You Be Illin'" that quickly became an all-hall sing-along, this was a rocking good time. |
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