… and so the breakdancers keep us busy, landing like snakes on Choque's chest board with its Las Vegas ‘Paris Texas’ limelight and sense of drama. When at 21:00 Swiss time, ProfJam masters his tectonic entrance on the Gasòmetro megastage, with a security crew slightly on edge. No wonder.
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Giant flames erupt at the front of the stage and we [Press and VIPs] get the heat first hand while the crowd is served the whole Wagnerian display with ProfJam as the murderous mystical demagogue entering the scene with a cross on his shaved head behind ice-dark glasses and punk-black T and trousers. Bomber stripped down, the Portuguese hiphop star has his way to get the audience under his spell – now in transe, consentant to each of his words, and me although lost in translation, feel the tunes
Yeah
Vem, loser
Yeah yeah
Pacotes de mortalha no bolso [Shroud packs in your pocket]
Não podes ter a medalha sem esforço [You can't get the medal without effort]
Vou corrigir a falha no posto [I'll fix the flaw in the post]
Ninguém por ti trabalha se não fores tu [Nobody works for you if it ain't you]
...
Indeed.
