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by Austin Duerst March 5, 2012

Yelawolf is a strange species of rapper, hard to pin down or categorize. Strolling onto the stage at the Barrymore Theatre Friday night—dressed in a plaid shirt, black fedora, and Ray Ban sunglasses—he had the look of a hipster Frank Sinatra about him, confidently grinning as if about to serenade the crowd. But when closer inspection revealed a lit cigarette in hand, a platinum chain dangling from a tattooed neck, and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s waiting for him on the DJ booth, first impressions were adjusted. Then came the deafening bass of set opener “Daddy’s Lambo,” and when the sold-out crowd came to life as if at a rock concert, it became clear that all were in the presence of someone who had graduated beyond the caste of a merely emerging hip-hop act.

It’s been a big year for Yelawolf since he last visited Madison, and throughout the night his confident demeanor was a totem of his newfound success. With a résumé that now includes a personal invitation from Eminem to join Shady Records; a slew of collaborations with artists ranging from Big Boi to Travis Barker; and his sophmore album, Radioactive; Yelawolf could pull from a wide range of material. But it was tracks from his Interscope debut, Trunk Muzik 0-60, that had fans singing the loudest. The artist even stopped after the first 10 minutes of machine-gun-delivered rhymes to comment in his Southern drawl, “This crowd is so rowdy I can’t her the motherfuckin’ music up on this stage!”

Throughout the remainder of the night, the crowd bristled with enthusiasm. With the crowd rapping along to every word, there was no one whose attendance seemed accidental. Even in the midst of a few sneakerhead douchebags peppered throughout the crowd who seemed hellbent on assassinating the rapper with empty water bottles, the Alabama MC stood bulletproof. Taking long pulls from his bottle of Jack with a middle finger aimed at the audience, Yelawolf dove into new songs like “Growin’ Up In The Gutter” and “Let’s Roll” with a whiskey-soaked swagger, pouring liquor out onto the stage while screaming lyrics such as “I wish a mothafucka would!” with a renegade zeal that would make Zack De La Rocha proud.

Ultimately, it’s this bridge between rock and rap that defines the atmosphere of a Yelawolf concert. At any time, there’s a good chance you’re either going to hear about “bitches in the club” or get elbowed in the face while moshing. Yelawolf was all too happy to acknowledge the various artists who’ve influenced his hip-hop, mixing bits of The Doors, Johnny Cash, and Outkast into his set in between jokes (?) about the weed plants growing in the back of his pothead mother’s home.