Review: Take Those Panties off....

Pase Rock @ Dancers Royale
3/25/2008 - Orlando, FL

We get three to four hours of sleep on Monday night, stumble out of bed and drive to work in a drunken daze. From nine to five, we sit at our desks, our cubicles, our counters, and try our hardest to keep our foreheads from slamming onto our keyboards or registers or whatever. We count the minutes till we sit in I-4 traffic in a daze, and dream of the nap we desperately need to take while a puddle of drool from forms at our chins. We wake up and it’s Tuesday night, and day two of Orlando’s spring training week.

MySpace was all abuzz during the day. Everyone was looking forward to what was undoubtedly going to be, to say the very least, the most interesting show of the week. Now, while it’s common knowledge that taking your panties off and showing that baby rat is the right thing for a lady to do in a strip club, it’s also recently become the phrase that has made Pase Rock a name that is synonymous with what can only be termed as “dance-rap”. The two go hand in hand and so it only made sense that Pase Rock’s Orlando performance took place at one of Orlando’s most reputable, adult entertainment venues Dancers Royale.

A constant collaborator with the Spank Rock crew Spank Rock made his way onto the scene from Cincinnati, where while attending high school, the met the men that would come together to make the Five Deez crew, Fat Jon, Kyle David and Sonic. His style is versatile, and quite interesting, and seemed almost too perfect for the setting that night. This was a night unlike any other. For starters Neither Pase Rock, nor his opener, Club Firestone resident Dj Miss Fit were spinning for a group of sweaty drunk dancing fools from behind turntables, and instead, sitting in the strip club’s sound booth, were providing the soundtrack for the bevy of boobs gyrating on the club floor. Regardless both made their presence strongly felt, breaking away from regular, tried and played strip club musical rotations, to give the girls something a little more flavorful to dance to.

Of course, the girls took over the night. The only thing that could be argued, is whether its fair to consider this entertainment for boys only. While the look on most of boy’s faces were those of kids at Christmas morning, the girls, all the girls, not just the naked ones, made their own fun, and claimed the night for themselves. While it’s one thing to party with the scantily clad women who pour downtown every week, that night, there was much more to be admired on that night, and, even with Orlando’s ban on all nude dancing, the room was erotic, excited and ecstatic.