What does one do when only hyperbole fits? Let's run it down—a rap troupe of singular size and longevity? Local currency at an all-time high? Sold-out Mainroom shows on the year, every year? An endless propensity for experimentation? This poses a major dilemma. How does one write about Doomtree without sounding like a kiss-ass? Well, call it kiss-assery if you must. But the 1,800-plus that are sure to pack First Ave for this year's Blowout are doing anything but kissing ass. This is a hard-won loyalty, gained with sweat and bulletproof rhymes, with spilled blood and beats that could sculpt diamonds. A throne isn't taken with luck or with lazy talent. In fact, thrones are never taken. They are given by the public. In our local empire, the monarchs are elected by ticket sales, albums moved, and decibels screamed. 18+.
Sat., Dec. 5, 6 p.m., 2009