It’s been 16 years since Latyrx last released an album, and in that span they’ve been virtually nonexistent. The hope is that with a tour of their sophomore album, aptly title The Second Album, they can reignite their careers and return to prominence.
Their arrival in Chicago coincided with a ridiculous cold front, and they were more than welcome to do their part in thawing out the city. Their entrance was quick and classy, just two lyrical acrobats jumping on stage like it was business as usual. Without a moments hesitation they broke into “Arrival,” the first song from their new album: [LISTEN]
That essentially set the tone for the show, the idea of overcoming and remaining positive during adverse times. It was like a MLK speech set to a hip-hop beat.
The crowd was engaged from the very beginning, and there was no shortage of fans who knew every lyric of every song, which if you don’t know much about Latryx, understand that that’s a remarkable feat.
Lyrics Born and Lateef are relentless on the mic, almost to a fault. They deliver lines so fast that it can be indecipherable at times, which is why it was a good idea that they broke off into their solo work, giving the crowd a chance to catch up and get reacquainted. Lateef shined during these moments, and it reaffirmed his place in the spotlight. His voice is his instrument and when he hits his stride it’s a clinic on breath control. He revisited Maroons:Ambush, sticking to the title cut, and for those that knew the project it was a noteworthy moment: [LISTEN]
Lyrics Born held his own as well, revisiting Later that Day with a renewed sense of vigor. To the delight of his die-hard fans he performed “Callin’ Out” like he had penned it the night before: [LISTEN]
As a unit, Latyrx was a lot to digest. They rhyme so fast that they’re in danger of becoming a novelty. But on that note they performed with a lot of energy, and it transferred to the crowd turning what would have been perceived as a meager show into a satisfyingly intimate performance. It galvanized the crowd and transported them to another place, a sentiment best captured in “Deliberate Jibberish:”