Published Jul 17, 2015Before New Orleans newcomer Boyfriend even took the stage, a bright yellow divan held the southern rapper's place, adorned with a black boa. Adjacent stood a matching yellow coat rack, holding what, I presumed, were outfit changes. Boyfriend, followed by two backup dancers, performed what can only be described as "lite aerobics" — bending, stretching, squats — while "Attention" played pre-recorded in the background. Performance as music, music as performance — that's exactly what Boyfriend's set could be classified as, as she spent as much time singing as she did lounging on the divan, sipping from a martini glass, slowly shedding clothing.
Perched on the edge of the couch (during "Jealousy"), Boyfriend's encompassing gaze watched as a dancer performed an empowering striptease. Draped in tulle or clothed in jumpsuits emblazoned with "tight box," Boyfriend delivered a raunchy set filled with commentary on feminine hygiene, sex work and masturbation, complete with a chant of "the power of Boyfriend compels you!" — and damn, if it wasn't entertaining. I mean, what other artist closes the show by having backup dancers shave her pits onstage while belting out the final track?