I never really cared about Die Antwoord until their latest song, but after last night's Letterman performance (don't even think about how confused the Times Square tourist audience packing that crowd must have been, your brain will explode claymation-style), I'm am so down with all of this.
Granted, I have no clue what they're saying or why they insist on acting like they'll kill me in my dreams, but that's not the important part.
Big white t-shirt, undiepants, bedhead and dead eyes?! She's like the Lisbeth Salander of the "I'm-too-fat-to-wear-a-bathing-suit"set. Yolandi Visser: personal slumber party style icon.