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4.90
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Clipse: Let God Sort 'Em Out Tour
Clipse locked in an easy 4.67 for their Philly stop on the Let God Sort ’Em Out tour. The crowd bounced, the bars cut sharp, and hip-hop was alive and well in the room. Curious how it all stacked up? Tap into the full pour below.
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Brew Breakdown
Ritual, Reclamation, Requiem
The opening was astounding - haunting, even. Cloaked in red, dancers emerged in an ominous procession, ushering in American Requiem. The show launched into the headlining track, then leading into Blackbird. Two songs that speak to the indictment of the America Experiment and the rendition of one of the most famous songs ever to be written about the observation of African American Blackness. Unexpectedly, before the show could go on - Beyonce gave us her rendition of the American National Anthem. Grating to the ears, jarring to the eyes, and visually set apart from the rest of the production. It was uncomfortable, and we’re certain that was the point.
In tone, it felt like Beyoncé wasn’t just mourning - she was issuing a warning. About America. About what it is, and what it’s becoming. Covered in a Victorian funeral shroud, she appeared not just as a performer, but as a symbol - an embodiment of the question so many Americans, both here and abroad, are asking: Are we witnessing a death? Or a rebirth? Maybe both.
What followed was nothing short of a sonic and visual epic: a layered tale of American history, Black history, music history. A story of who Beyoncé is, why Beyoncé is, and the winding journey she’s taken to return to her country roots - through sound, through vision, through reclamation.
Much like Odysseus, we were guided through a journey that reached far beyond music - a mythic, modern odyssey that pressed us to consider deeper questions: Who is America? Am I America? Are we still America, even after generations of cultural erasure and stolen legacies? Beyoncé didn’t just perform; she held up a mirror - daring us to look closer… or maybe, daring us to look backwards, so that we can move forward.
The Performance
The Venue
Lucky’s Philadelphia stop took place at The Fillmore, nestled in the heart of Fishtown. The venue was easy to get to, though parking proved a bit tricky—we ended up finding a spot about six blocks away (which, if you know Fishtown, felt like divine intervention ba dum tss). Pro tip: save yourself the hassle and either add parking to your ticket or opt for an Uber.
As for the venue itself? Cool and comfortably mid-sized—big enough to bring the energy, but intimate enough that you feel connected to the artist no matter where you’re standing. It’s got that atmospheric, moody glow that sets the tone just right.
Inside, the space was comfortably full—lively without ever feeling overcrowded or cramped. The crowd added to the charm: friendly, respectful, and drama-free. Every interaction felt easy, which made the overall experience that much better.
Early on, the venue was a bit chilly (which we actually loved), keeping things cool and breathable before the energy really picked up during Lucky’s set. It was the kind of environment that made you want to stay a while.
Clipse’s Philadelphia stop landed at Franklin Music Hall in the Spring Arts neighborhood. Easy access, nearby parking, and a short walk in made arrival seamless—one of the perks of a Center City venue.
Mid-sized and mood-rich, Franklin Music Hall strikes a balance between scale and intimacy. Its rustic, slightly gritty aesthetic recalls a House of Blues feel, setting the stage for shows that feel both personal and eclectic.
The Crowd
In our experience, Franklin Music Hall usually feels roomy, with space to drift away from the crush at the front. Not this time. The Clipse’s long-awaited return had the place overflowing—so much so that people were packed into the entryway near the merch stand (we were among them). The space felt swollen with anticipation, every corner brimming with the weight of their return. Pro tip: when it’s a big-name act here, come early, know your exits and keep tabs on your crew.
The crowd itself was a highlight—a mix of ages, backgrounds, and styles, all buzzing with the same excitement to welcome hip-hop royalty back to the stage.
Crowd Engagement
The crowd—of course the crowd—was in the palm of her hand. We were ready to see her, and we were ready to engage. When she wanted us to speak, we spoke. When she wanted us to sing, we sang. If she told a joke, we laughed. The energy was magnetic. Truthfully, she didn’t even need to prompt us—everyone came ready to participate, fully locked in from the moment she stepped on stage.
Put simply, the crowd came to listen. Moments of quiet weren’t signs of disinterest—they were pauses of intent, a room full of people hanging on to every bar the duo delivered. And when it was time to join in? The hall erupted, word for word, bar for bar, the audience stepping in as an echo chamber of Clipse’s legacy.
Ritual, Reclamation, Requiem
Crowd Engagement
The crowd—of course the crowd—was in the palm of her hand. We were ready to see her, and we were ready to engage. When she wanted us to speak, we spoke. When she wanted us to sing, we sang. If she told a joke, we laughed. The energy was magnetic. Truthfully, she didn’t even need to prompt us—everyone came ready to participate, fully locked in from the moment she stepped on stage.
The crowd was completely dialed in—singing, swaying, and holding onto every note like it was gospel. Lucky didn’t just perform; he commanded. With full control of his crowd, he moved through the set like a seasoned storyteller, pulling energy when he wanted it and settling the room with a single note. It felt cinematic, but better—because it wasn’t scripted. It was real, raw, and electric. And somehow, we caught a glimpse of that magic on camera, from alllll the way in the back.
The ad imagery was cohesive across every asset, reinforcing a strong and consistent visual identity. But while the execution was clean, it left us wanting more. An album like this feels expansive, layered, and full of narrative threads waiting to be pulled—yet the creative only offered a glimpse. A few alternate versions, even subtle variations in tone, texture, or perspective, could have expanded the album’s world and given audiences more points of entry. The universe feels bigger than what we’ve been shown, and tapping deeper into that richness could have elevated the campaign from simply cohesive to truly immersive.
The Aesthetic Rollout
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The Final Pour: How We Landed at 4.90/5 Bean Score
Beyoncé’s latest tour stop brewed a bold blend of brilliance and missed notes. From powerhouse vocals and an electric crowd to an experience fans would gladly sip again, the show delivered where it counts. But one element (the merch) left room for growth. Want the full pour? Scroll on for the bean by bean breakdown.
Look + Feel
1 Bean
The Clipse show kept it raw and intentional—clean staging, sharp lighting, and a no-frills setup that put the music front and center. Still, expanding the album’s world through bolder visuals or set pieces could’ve taken the experience even further.
Branding + Identity
.67/1 Bean
The show’s branding felt true to Clipse—gritty, sharp, and focused on legacy. Still, bringing more of the album’s visual language into the stage and merch could’ve pushed the identity further and made the night feel even more immersive and aligned.
Sound + Performance
1 Bean
From the first beat drop, the crowd was enraptured —word for word, bar for bar. Hands in the air, verses shouted back, the energy never dipped. Clipse owned the stage with an ease that showed exactly why their legacy still runs deep, turning the night into a collective celebration.
Crowd Engagement + Presence
1 Bean
The crowd was locked in from start to finish—shouting bars back, energy peaking with every track, and the whole room moving as one. It wasn’t just a concert, it felt like a shared moment between Clipse and their fans.
Experience + Replay Value
1 Bean
The show felt like more than a performance—it was a full-circle moment that reminded fans why Clipse’s legacy still hits. From the setlist to the energy in the room, it delivered an experience people will be talking about long after. The kind of night you’d run back in a heartbeat.
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How Brand Aligned Were All Aspects?
Overall, the Clipse show delivered a sharp, intentional visual identity - speaking to their history as a duo and as brothers. The staging was clean and effective, letting the music and lyricism take center stage.
The lighting cues, backdrops, and pacing of visuals all reinforced that stripped-down, no-frills energy that’s long been part of their appeal. It felt cohesive, and it worked.
That said, we couldn’t help but want more of the album’s world to come alive onstage. The artwork and themes hinted at a broader visual universe—one that could’ve been expanded through bolder set design, evolving backdrops, or even interactive elements that tied directly to the record’s identity. As strong as the staging was, giving fans a deeper look into that creative world could’ve made the experience feel even more immersive.
One other note: the merch, while present, didn’t quite feel on the same level as the show itself. With a catalog as iconic as Clipse’s, the opportunity is there to elevate the merch experience—designs, presentation, and range—so it reflects not just the music, but the legacy. Done right, it could become as much of a statement piece as the performance itself.
The Performance
Ritual, Reclamation, Requiem
Warning: This assessment is lengthly!
Beyoncé is an artist’s artist - so naturally, the show was impeccable. But now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s zoom out.
We’re choosing to view this performance through an anthropological and sociological lens - Beyoncé has masterfully embedded both throughout this chapter of the Renaissance trilogy. This wasn’t just a concert. It was a pointed exploration of what it means to confront, reject, love, and question America as a Black person - through the very genre Black Americans invented on stolen land. It also served as a momentary and metaphorical lancing of a deep wound, offering relief in the face of something so painful, and applying dressings to hide some of the infection.
In spite of the rain and cold, Beyoncé delivered a riveting performance. The sound inside the arena was pristine, the live band was tight (like Sunday at church tight), and Beyoncé somehow sounded even better than she does on the album. The staging, props, lighting, animation, and visual design weren’t just aesthetic flourishes, they were narrative tools. Each one wove a story, not only about the origins of country music, but about Blackness and its rightful place in the fabric of American culture.
We’ve all seen the discourse online about what Beyoncé is doing, and frankly, that’s the point. When was the last time the general public took a closer look at the fraught, storied relationship between African Americans and America itself? It’s brilliant, really. She’s used music and showmanship to force a reckoning. And yet, it’s not a new tactic. Like Strange Fruit (sung by Billie Holiday), Black performers have long sung their pain with elegance, daring you to look away. But Beyoncé’s performance was different, designed to hypnotize, rebuke and confront.
There is an inherent tension that Beyoncé explored via her usage of Americana and country western imagery. Showcasing how proud she is of her roots and of being a foundational American, while also knowing we’ve never been welcome on this stolen land. The beauty we found in making art that was repeatedly stolen and repackaged as something that was not ours. All of these aspects lead to a very unique sense of pride, disdain, anger, and hurt. From what we've seen on social media, consumers have felt the same - and that is what we believe is one of Beyoncé's most powerful tools: viscerally showcasing the two Americas. One where we wear the flag because of how far we’ve come in spite of generational genocide, versus the other that touts the flag to signal dominion over those they deem as lesser. It’s a complicated concept from the outside looking in, and Beyoncé visually articulated that exact feeling - which was no small feat.
A siren song of the Black plight - too beautiful to look away, too horrifying to look deeper. Beyoncé shattered that tension, visually and sonically, daring us to hold the gaze. What she delivered wasn’t just a concert. It was cultural documentation. A provocation. A masterclass. One of the most important tours in recent history.
The Performance
From the moment Clipse stepped on stage, the crowd leaned in, hands raised, lyrics echoed back in unison. What unfolded wasn't only a performance; it was a conversation between artists and audience, one steeped in history and pulsing with renewed vigor. Their breath control and stamina were striking, especially for rappers who now carry the weight and respect of elder statesmen. It wasn’t just technical mastery on display, but proof that their voices still cut sharp and clear, commanding without ever straining.
The best part? It felt alive. Lyrics came through clean, diction precise, pacing deliberate, all matched with fits as sharp as the bars themselves. The performance was clean, confident, and perfectly curated - ending just shy of 10pm, leaving the audience energized instead of drained. This was real Hip-Hop: tangible, visceral, and unfiltered. The kind of show that doesn’t just fill the room, but lingers long after fans return home.
The set leaned heavily into Let Go Sort Em Out (their first release in 15 years) interwoven with the anthems that built their reputation. That interplay created a bridge across eras: new fans catching their first live taste of Clipse, veterans reliving verses etched into their memories. The crowd didn’t only listen, they participated. Every chorus a collective reminder of why this duo holds such a revered place in hip-hop.
There is an inherent tension that Beyoncé explored via her usage of Americana and country western imagery. Showcasing how proud she is of her roots and of being a foundational American, while also knowing we’ve never been welcome on this stolen land. The beauty we found in making art that was repeatedly stolen and repackaged as something that was not ours. All of these aspects lead to a very unique sense of pride, disdain, anger, and hurt. From what we've seen on social media, consumers have felt the same - and that is what we believe is one of Beyoncé's most powerful tools: viscerally showcasing the two Americas. One where we wear the flag because of how far we’ve come in spite of generational genocide, versus the other that touts the flag to signal dominion over those they deem as lesser. It’s a complicated concept from the outside looking in, and Beyoncé visually articulated that exact feeling - which was no small feat.
A siren song of the Black plight - too beautiful to look away, too horrifying to look deeper. Beyoncé shattered that tension, visually and sonically, daring us to hold the gaze. What she delivered wasn’t just a concert. It was cultural documentation. A provocation. A masterclass. One of the most important tours in recent history.
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