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The Niceguys are a four-person group that started in 2007, while all of the members were enrolled at the University of Houston, and released their first LP, The Show, last September. The elements are simple: Two producers, the demure Free and showy Christolph; DJ Candlestick, who's thin enough and hot on the wax (or something); and one rapper, who's chosen to call himself Easy Yves Saint. The first three are from Texas, the last from New York.
All four will be onstage in House of Blues' Bronze Peacock Room in a few minutes, and will give a performance that will later draw praise from everyone in attendance. Fans include but are not limited to Killa Kyleon, who opened for them as a favor, and Bun B, who will join them onstage and receive some boudin for his troubles.
In Houston: With Blu, J*Davey, John Dew, Mantis, Dough Beezy and Ro Spit, 8 p.m. Tuesday, March 15, at Groundhall, 1515 Pease, 832-377-8286 or www.groundhall.com. At SXSW: 8:50 p.m. Thursday, March 17, at the Scoot Inn, 1308 E. 4th St.
Bun will perform a song, the crowd will go crazy and The Niceguys will silently view it as a cosign. The night will be a large success, and will help propel The Niceguys toward next week's SXSW showcase with Talib Kweli, Strong Arm Steady and Hieroglyphics Nottz, among others. But, again, that will all begin in a few minutes.
As it is, Yves Saint is sitting on the arm of a love seat in a lavishly decorated ancillary room in the venue. And he's perplexed.
The MC feels this way because he's just been asked a question that, in varying gradations, has made its way inside his ears before. It's not as prevalent as the "They only rap about clothes, so why should I be interested in them?" pseudo-analysis that's lazily (and erroneously) been thrown at The Niceguys since they began marketing their music online in 2009, but he's heard it before.
Here it is: Have The Niceguys, who have already received more acclaim from various high-trafficked music blogs than local veteran groups like H.I.S.D. or the G.R.I.T. Boys, prospered more from their deep-pocketed professional backing and packaging than from their actual music?
This has been a fundamental topic among Niceguys naysayers hoping to pick at the group's buzz.
The short answer is no. But Yves, the face of the group and the embodiment of its undeniable, occasionally irksome hyperbolized coolness, has probably never given the short answer to anything.
Say that he raps like he talks, or that he talks like he raps — either way, it means the same thing: His words will be fast, confident, calculated and, most of the time, complicated. Consider the second half of the first verse of "Not at All," a satiric diss track aimed at no one in particular but crafted to address those specific barbs:
"Oh, you can't feel a buster? Well, I'ma wait
it out; that's a filibuster.
And I'm spilling mustard.
To be frank, I relish the heat. Catch up.
Your dog only getting plumper.
I'm a Ball Park figure, spitting ball park
And I park balls and a Ball Park in a broad's
And Laurent not lyrical?"
Yves favors a letterman jacket with a large "Y" stitched on the front and an even larger "The Niceguys" logo stitched on the back. In seven or so days, he'll be standing in this same venue drinking warm tea out of a tiny teacup prior to a performance. It's always the long answer with Yves, and, by extension, the group.
"Let me ask you a question," asserts Yves, who is fond of answering questions with questions.
He leans forward some. His left elbow is on his left knee, because his left foot is resting on the cushion of the couch. His forehead is wrinkled up because his eyebrows are inching towards each other.
Free and Christolph are sitting on the couch as well, and not surprised by any of this.
"What backing do you think we have?"
It's a simple question asked in a complicated way, and serves two distinct, discernible purposes.
First, it implies the asker is kind of a twit for asking that question. If you've ever asked your wife something that she answered with, "How long have we been married?" you understand the subtext of this situation.
Second, it answers the question without answering it at all. All of the guys who are nice will do this in any conversation about their music, except maybe Free, who appears to offer his insight only when he feels it's vital.
The Niceguys are professional, but no more professionally funded or promoted than their songs are explicitly about clothes. The artwork, presentation, production and videos are managed in-house. Guest musicians on The Show — gritty and perpetually underutilized R&B singer Jack Freeman, angelic-voiced Leelonn and Nicholas Greer, brilliant front man for indie-rockers Mantis — are all locals.
If something does not feel right about a song or a video or a project of any sort, The Niceguys either fix it or make it disappear. The Show took more than a solid year to package together in a manner that pleased them all. There are no half-hearted steps. It is the traditional Houston rap hustle caked in modernity: Work, work, work; eat, eat, eat.
In about two seconds I'm going to comment on how difficult it was to read this article. This article was difficult to read because the author chose style over substance. Next time, serve the topic, not your desires to seem clever.
The song and video "Toast" that they debuted at their show with Bun B were AMAZING! Setting Houston underground rap to a higher-quality echelon.
I clicked like just to click unlike. This article was great. Maybe u didn't get it. Read it again and try to pronounce all the words.
GREAT ARTICLE SHEA
I agree. This article would be much more enjoyable if someone took away the thesaurus away from the author.
Guest and Guest,
Instead of taking the thesaurus away from the the author, why don't you two pick up a dictionary? There's nothing in here that someone who made a B or higher in 12th grade English can't understand.
Shea - nothing about this was hard to understand.
Niceguys all day.