The opening words on Minneapolis rapper P.O.S.
' just-released second album, Audition
, pretty much tell you what he's all about. "First of all, fuck Bush," he spits over a stuttering barrage of break beats, guitars, and drums. And for the next 45 minutes, he rips through a series of mostly political rhymes. P.O.S. which stands for Promise of Skill, Product of Society, or Piece of Shit, depending on what day it is has the look and aesthetic of suburban punk, combining hardcore noise with biting rhymes. It's potent stuff and much more convincing than anything Fred Durst will ever make.
Sat., Feb. 4, 9 p.m.