Clayton “Sing Titty Death Party” Vomero checks in from the harried streets of San Francisco, weighing in on rave rap, hyphy, and red chili flakes (from Go Out and Kill Tonight):

Last night, in San Francisco, was the first show of the tour. We played a party called At Large at the Madrone Lounge and got obliterated on Budweiser tall boys with a bunch of hip hop kids who were really unenthused when M!G!H! debuted his contreversial genre creation: Rave Rap, which is essentially rap acappella’s over weird Ed Banger-type instrumentals. It’s insane and it’s essentially what hyphy music is, so you would think playing it to a room full of kids trying to go dumb would get you a few thizz faces but noooooooooo. So, after a slight format adjustment, we proceeded to bludgeon them with all the dirty south and hyphy jams that they could ever wish for. Cam & Jody (our roadies) held it down, fed us shots, and went bananas at all the right moments. They’re like the dancing equivalent of canned laughter and make us seem like we are the biggest dirtiest party barrell to EVER go over the waterfall of hipster discos. By midnight the room was like a sweaty bag of smashed beer cans with people dancing everywhere.

After the show, we headed to this halfway house on Market called Carl’s Jr. We ate burgers, watched some junky play the flute, and probably gained 15 lbs. I’m doing that crazy red pepper chili flake fast when I get home and no matter how bad it is for you, it can’t be anywhere near as bad as eating burgers with a bunch of neon lit junkies at 3am. We came back to the hotel, Cam tried to light my feet on fire and then we all slept like weeeeeee babies.