Finsbury Park, London
J Hus made a joyful homecoming after leaving prison and outshone much of the A-list American stars excluding the irrepressible Cardi B at the Wireless Festival.
During Cardi B’s headline set, she snatched her own wig during Bodak Yellow and hurled it to delighted fans, before asking for it back on Twitter the next day.
It is a neat symbol for the boisterous, mostly innocent energy of Wireless, a summer party for young, multicultural, expensively accessorised Londoners with Europe’s best lineup of rap and R&B. Cardi is perhaps the biggest star, and her set is pure joy. As well as being strong on the mic – all diamond-hard consonants and constant emphasis – there is her reality-show immediacy, complaining of asthma and introducing her husband, Offset, as “a fine chocolate man who hitting my thang”. From sex to social graces, we could all be a bit more Cardi B.
It takes young duo Rae Sremmurd to prove that Americans can deliver after all. With the audience hollering the words, they mostly dispense with their mics for knee-jerk stage dives, champagne hosing and parkour-like roaming across the crowd – a gleeful expression of puppy-dog energy over some of pop-raps greatest tracks: Powerglide, No Type, Unforgettable. Somewhere, another wig is surely being liberated.