M.I.A. ready to blast what sense you might have out of century

Few artists conjure the pure riot of sound that Maya Arulpragasam, a human blasting machine, does upon taking the stage.

The rapper-singer, who performs as M.I.A., detonates a percussive din that could drown out a tornado siren.

Her political views are strident and unflinching, and her sound follows suit, all domineering bass lines, chattering synth and squawking sirens.

Arulpragasam counters the chaos with her nimble, coolly delivered rhymes, which verge on the nonchalant at times.

Live, though, everything seems to get ratcheted up a dozen or so notches until your temples throb in time with the beat.

It’s the greatest headache you’ll ever have.

Contact reporter Jason Bracelin at jbracelin@reviewjournal.com or 702-383-0476. Follow on Twitter @JasonBracelin.


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