For the show, he brought his Hail Mary Mallon bandmate Rob Sonic to fill things out.
With both players on the same stage, they naturally couldn’t resist the ripe opportunity to drop some of that material. But Sonic was wingman this time, and the focus was clear. And Aesop Rock still runs it like a damn boss with fervor, technique and cred.
By now, he’s become a stalwart model of classic alternative rap with his compressed but fluid lyrical architecture and subterranean musical slants. Most telling of his mark is how strong his grip remains on a crowd. Concert goers here could barely all fit in the venue yet rested squarely in the palm of his hand. With fans who respond to his art-minded frequency with hard-core zeal, not even flinching at the swelter of Central Florida’s best Hell impression, Aesop Rock is as notable of an indie success as they come.
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This article appears in Jul 6-12, 2016.








