Ten minutes into Waka Flocka Flame's second album, 2012's Triple F Life: Friends, Fans & Family, you'll either want to shower or shoot somebody. Such is Flame's ability to make listeners suddenly feel like they've been violated via eardrum. Just as horror films are more akin to visual sadomasochism than to cinematic decorum, the Atlanta-based rapper's material is better interpreted less as music and more as an auditory assault. Those brave enough to embrace this paradigm shift might actually find themselves strangely pleased with Waka's audible incursions.
Despite hailing from Queens, Waka's sound hardly reflects the lyrical consciousness characteristic of East coast hip-hop. Instead, WFF's unyielding spit-fest of indiscernible guttural digs and gun-shot onomatopoeia sound more like the ricochets of an up-and-comer aiming to conquer the Dirty South. Hopefully Celebrity Theatre, 440 N 32nd Street, has waterproof microphones at the ready when Waka stops by on Monday, November 5.