Ninja and Yo-Landi spoke from a farm near Johannesburg. Interscope Records thought enough of them to sign them, before a split due to creative differences over the single 'Fok Julle Naaiers.' Last month, they released their second full-length album, Ten$ion, on their own Zef Recordz. They are all-out, pushing whatever edge they come to. Die Antwoord prefer taboo and tension, they want the ugly and the odd. Die Antwoord are a true sign of hiphop's worldly spread and evolution, with grimy, hi-fi/lowbrow rawness that would rather be dead than play it safe. Whatever Die Antwoord are, when people see and hear their music, they can't seem to look away. But are Ninja and Yo-Landi fake? Are they real? Is it an act? Are they sexy or not? Are they good or bad? Do you care? Questions abound. He saw it, ate it, and turned to Yo-Landi to ask if she'd ever rapped.Д®xperience 200+ award winning whiskies all in one spot!ДЇour years later, Die Antwoord have become one of the more polarizing, recognizable electro-hiphop acts on the planet. Pressed into the crease of one of the pages Ninja came to was a dead flea. In Afrikaans, the answer is die antwoord. Ninja said hello and thumbed through various encyclopedias for the answer. There, in the reference section, doing research for her second erotic novel, stood the blond trash-swan beauty Yo-Landi Vi$$er. Ninja got out of bed, put on shoes, and took a bus to the University of Cape Town library to look up meanings for the answer in the South African language Afrikaans. Ninja woke, shooting out of the dream in a pounded flash. Two trillion fleas cried out minuscule screams. A great encompassing flame leaped up, devouring the darkness. Ninja folded the paper into a plane, lit it on fire, and sailed it into the kerosene sea. Then a dove descended from the darkness bringing him a lighter and a single sheet of paper with the words the answer written on it. For food, he would reach into the thick rippled kerosene and eat the fleas. The dream lasted for weeks in Ninja's sleeping South African mind. There was no wind, no light, and, try as he might, he couldn't wake up.

The moon in the dream was a rabid, veined rat's eye sitting in a black sky above watching him. In June of 2008, Die Antwoord's Ninja (Watkin Tudor Jones) had a dream he was floating in a boat of bones through a sea of fleas and kerosene.

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