![]() “ Always catch me stoned and naked,” he says. Tonight he just does the first verse and the hook, motions to Tommy Mas to cut the beat off, raps the second verse a cappella, stops on a line about being “on the balcony stoned and naked playin’ Sega.” It’s armor-plated-Mercedes music, with Bronson pushing baller boasts over the top into surrealism: I ride so clean, my ride so dirty / I’m ’bout to buy a fuckin’ lion for my birthday. “Alligator” has a death-gong “Beat It” intro, ticking trap-rap drums, punishing low end. The songs were designed to shake a room like this. Bronson’s DJ, Tommy Mas, drops “Alligator.” It’s the second-to-last song on Bronson’s new EP, Saaab Stories, his debut major-label release, the one he and producer Harry Fraud made with their minds on live performance, hooks, dynamics. Then, triumphantly: “I’M 315 POUNDS OF MOTHERFUCKING BEEF.”Īnd the whole place doesn’t go crazy, but the people at the front absolutely lose it. He steps downstage into the footlights, hits a kind of crossing-the-Delaware stance, barrel chest puffed, his hand on his chest like he’s sticking it between the buttons of a frock coat almost. ![]() He looks a little like Harry Knowles, a little like a young version of that guy sitting on a stool at every OTB. He turns his head, invites everybody to drink it in: The Duck Dynasty beard, the scruffy, neglected fade. “A little powder under the eye, so I look beautiful.” ![]() “I’m wearing makeup right now, because I was on TV earlier,” he tells the crowd. Tuesday night in Santa Ana, Action Bronson walks onstage to Ginuwine’s “Pony,” swigging Martinelli’s from a sweaty bottle, asking to see everyone’s middle fingers in the air. ![]()
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