MF Disconcert–Doom dispappoints

A dreamy cloud of THC lingered over the thousand-plus audience which swayed side-to-side, waiting for a figure to appear on the stage. Baseball hats and hoodies concealed faces, and the pockets of heavy winter coats held restless hands. Every so often a familiar riff would play, sending fans running to the bar for their last beer before the show began or lighting a second joint to get them in the right state before the rappers’ words streamed into their ears, seducing the THC which clouded their minds. This carried on for two hours until the first bottle was thrown.