Three 6 Mafia at Wildhorse

The other day we were sitting around, reading the Triple Six cover story in Billboard, when it dawned on us that we hadn’t listened to their debut Mystic Stylez in forever. When Stylez dropped almost thirteen years ago, it was a titillating splatter fest of satanic rap that piqued our prurient teenage interests with violent images and plenty purple space smoke. Reevaluating the album in the light of their Oscar-winning turn in Hustle & Flow, their general hit-making superstar status and our slightly less delinquent adulthood, we're proud to say that Mystic Stylez is still a genuinely disturbing album that left us muttering, "Oh damn, that shit is pretty fucked..." more than a few times. It's like an old grindhouse horror film that becomes more stomach-turning with age--the low-fi gore seems more brutal and barbaric in light of glitzy contemporary effects--definitely worth revisiting before bangin' in the club to all the super hits.
Fri., Aug. 29, 9:30 p.m., 2008