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Words By Alana Wise, Photos By Joseph Schaefer

The Raff known as Riff ripped the stage at the Fillmore in a performance that only he could deliver.

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The concert was full of the typical strangeness we’ve come to expect from our favorite reality TV star turned rapper (sorry Hogan clan). There were old-school cartoons playing on the megascreens, pictures of Katy Perry (yeah, so that’s a thing now) and all the bros in backwards-turned hats and tanks that any sane person could ever wish for.

The packed crowd consisted almost entirely of super-dedicated Riff Raff fans. Every word of “Jose Canseco,” “Dolce & Gabbana” and “Cuz My Gear” was met with the unfaltering scream-alongs of his adoring college-age fans.

While I don’t think anybody is up to debate the merit of Riff Raff’s rap skills, I don’t think there is even a debate to be made about his ability to give the people what they want. Capitalizing on his behemoth-esque Internet presence, Riff Raff spoke exactly to what the people– his people– demanded. Everybody in that crowd paid their (parent’s, probably) hard-earned money for a party with the most happily-sleazy guy around. And that’s exactly what he delivered.

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His nasally and oft-wavering vocals may not have been accepted by a more tone-discerning audience, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was kicking it on stage for a couple hours, taking pictures with some fans and promoting his album, which 90% of the crowd will probably purchase from iTunes on the first day.

Riff Raff put on a Riff Raff show, and that’s all we ever wanted.

 

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