Das Racist blew through Beijing last week, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. As far as I can tell these crazy boys like to party hard unless the particulate matter in our fine city set them off in a distinctive way. As soon as they landed, Victor and Dap started drinking the local fire water in great quantities and decided to shave off most of their hair. Dap left a rather prominent mustache, but quickly dumped it after being mistaken for Borat, a most notable Kazakh in China. Anyway, I was really excited to see their show, especially after reading the complimentary review in the New Yorker. Unfortunately the sound at Yugong Yishan that evening was not the best and failed to embellish their drunken escapades on stage. Still, the crowd got into the performance, and I enjoyed seeing them romp around, spit rhymes and rock out some drum solos. The real treat came the next day when I joined them in a studio with Jeffrey Kung of The Park and watched them lay down some verse over a track composed by DJ Wordy. It sounded awesome and featured some Tarzan yelps that will most likely make their way onto DJ Wordy’s upcoming CD. When I left Das Racist they were being bundled into black cabs bound for the train station to hop an overnighter to Shanghai. I hope they make it out of Asia alive. The video below features outtakes from their interview on The Park, recording with DJ Wordy and performance at Yugong Yishan.