MYKKI. BLANCO. That’s all an entire page of my notebook says.
Blanco repeated her name a lot when she played Comet Ping Pong in March, like a mantra. And now her new EP “Betty Rubble: The Initiation” is out, its NSFW cover radiating her sexy, transgressive glory.
Blanco’s been making a name since her 2012 debut, “Cosmic Angel: Illuminati Prince/ss.” She turned up in a fashion spread for Interview magazine and in an excellent cover story in the Village Voice. Pronouns are fluid: Michael Quattlebaum, Blanco’s given name, is a gay man; Blanco is a female persona. Both are muscled, tattooed and graceful.
Backed live by just a DJ, Blanco’s style is somewhere between ’90s New York dark-rappers Gavediggaz and Kurt Cobain — which is to say she is a wild punk. On an older track, “Wavvy,” she warns haters that she’ll slap ’em “with my limp wrist, bro.” She doesn’t explain herself. If you’re riding her dark, turnt-up flow, you get it.
Hip-hop has not been a gay-friendly genre, but much has shifted in even just the past five years. This is Blanco’s time, when swagger and authenticity trumps all.