The White Giant

Miller is a Big Mac. Although it measures just 1.70 meters, but on stage he is the White Giant. On Thursday evening, Miller was a guest at the Tonhalle in Munich, for the penultimate concert of its "Macadelic" tour in Germany.
 




Mac Miller is a rapper with a passion. Not because he is from the street. Not because hip hop was his last resort. As a teenager he fell in love with this music and its heroes. A Tribe Called Quest. Beastie Boys. Outkast. Even today, on stage he looks like a young, white suburban hipsters who nachrappt the songs of his idols.
But Miller is now even some of these rappers. Several mixtapes ("Best Day Ever", "Macadelic," "I Love Life, Thank You" and more), he has published, which can be found still available for free download on the Internet. Last year came his long awaited debut album "Blue Slide Park".A Best Of from all of his publications, he offered the not entirely sold-out concert hall in Munich, had been in the Edgar heats water as a pre-Act is already a lot. On stage is from this small, pot-smoking all-rounder a real stage hog. Surrounded by his two Spezln stage, a DJ, a cameraman and huge bass speakers as usual at the Tonhalle in fact were not providing the best sound, jumps, bounces, Miller raps and sings like an adult.
His articles are widely-until bland, sometimes breaking the beats dirty-südstaatlerisch in upon one, that the whole hall like crazy Cripwalken the beginning, sometimes they are rather smooth, almost jazzy with simpelverspielten piano, guitar or synth beats. Sometimes he completely avoids background noises and freestylt into the blue.
The hall celebrates everything that delivers just the 20-year-old. You are here because of him, each one, it shows. His lyrics can mitmurmeln almost everyone. Mac is no longer a debutant. But he is just too good and too precious to commercial in the pop business to play a role.They love him, even if the phases of Hall Middle finger pointing "Fuck You" roars forward. Subtly, he has since asked to forward ("Say Fuuuuuuuck Youuuu").
After an hour, that's the only thing you can accuse him of the show is over. It is time to assess just so hard when you're stoned to under the eyelids. Many of his songs, he played more quickly, some after he finished the first verse. But the audience was relatively unimportant. It was wet. Then the lights went on, the Beastie Boys screamed out, people screaming in the rain. And on the stage of small white Mac Miller disappeared after a big show in the fog.