On Our Radar: Snotty Nose Rez Kids take us to a better place with video for "Where They At"

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      Stop to think for a second how good it feels to get out of the city. How driving up the Fraser Canyon—all raging whitewaters, towering dusty pink mountains, and desert-like scrub-brush—to the Cariboo can be a reminder how insanely beautiful and endlessly diverse the world is.

      Or how making the all-day trek to Tofino from the Lower Mainland becomes instantly rewarding the second you step onto the surf-pounded sands of majestic Long Beach.

      At first, “Where They At” seems like a simple animated homage to the restorative powers of hitting the road—leaving gas pumps, cinder-block warehouses, and wood-and-glass storefronts behind for purple-sunset skies and snow-dusted mountains.

      With Calgary’s Drezus and four-legged-friend Chauncey along for the ride, Snotty Nose Rez Kids’ Darren “Young D” Metz and Quinton “Yung Trybez” Nyce load into an animated ’70s-style convertible and then head for wide-open spaces.

      But get some of the back story, and there are deeper layers.

      Chauncey, for example, is no longer with the Snotty Nose Rez Kids’, having passed on to that great field in the sky where fetch is a 24-hours-a-day game and leashes don’t exist. With that knowledge, “Where They At” is also a heartfelt tribute to a fallen friend who doubled as the duo's unofficial mascot.

      Lyrically, the song is a confident fuck-you to everyone who’s ever dared not to believe two Haisla rappers from a small Kitimat village could hold their own on a world stage. Visually, even in cartoon form, all three Indigenous rappers, educators, and inspirational role models, hit the sweet spot between proud, focussed, and entirely fucking badass. Let’s see you ride through the mountains in a convertible with no shirt on.

      Watch as Snotty Nose Rez Kids and Drezus take you to a better place. Which is to say far away from the fucking hell that is city life in the horridly plague-ridden year that is 2020. You’re most certainly missed, Chauncey, but you’re definitely in a better place.