An open letter to Die Antwoord.

Dear Watkin Tudor Jones, Yo-Landi Vi$$er, and DJ Hi-tek aka the collective known as “Die Antwoord”

I’ll admit, the first time I heard your jams I wanted to drill a hole in my brain like that dude from that Darren Aronofsky flick. As the day wore on (which is a lifetime in “interweb” years) I realized you are truly something special, gimmick or not. I can overlook your art history past and all those silly vids of you drawing penguins and shit and focus on the true showman ship and musical skills. I know very little about your culture but if you are any indication of what I can expect on a trip to South Africa put me aboard the first flight thats not labeled Oceanic 815.

Everything about you is $Money$. From the unmistakable hooks on “Enter the Ninja” to the dirty rhyming on “Wat Pomp,” the talent is undeniable. I even have the same pair of Pink Floyd boxers you let your hollywood helicopter show off so eloquently in “Zef Side.” My good friend Ricky (he’s kind of famous on the internet) even wants Yo-Landi’s number to take out her out for some drinks n’ fresh beats in Los Angeles. Blow up his twitter
here.

If any of you brilliant souls read this, hit me up at travis@ridetherockett.com. I’ll hit you up with some illmatic threads that would make South Africa forget that Dave Matthews even existed. We will get down on some Jager and “DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS DRONK!!! STOMP ROND SKOP MY HOND!!!” Whatever that means I’m down. Shine on you crazy diamonds. Show this shithole of a music industry there is still stuff out there to get stoked on, gimmick or not.

Sincerely yours from the interwebz,


Travis.