9 p.m., Clear Channel Metroplex. $25-$75.
Last year, Pitchfork described Gucci Mane as "rap's most divisive figure, with the Internet peanut gallery lining up to call him everything from a borderline-retarded grunter to rap's last, best hope."
The debate continues. Earlier this year, a judge ordered the prolific Atlanta rapper sent to a psychiatric and chemical dependency facility after his lawyer filed a plea of "mental incompetence" following a probation violation. Sometime between his stay at the mental health facility and a longer stay in jail he got a large tattoo of an ice cream cone with three scoops on top and lightning bolts surrounding it on his face; a spokesman said it was reminder to fans that Gucci is "cool as ice."
Despite spending a big chunk of the year in jail, the rapper still managed to put out at least two mixtapes and, on Tuesday, a major release called "Ferrari Boys" (conspicuous consumption gets nostalgic?) with protege Wacka Flocka Flame. What I've heard doesn't live up to perhaps Gucci's best lyric, "I'm a dinosaur, you a herbivore / I use words and verbs you ain't heard before," but it's a big enough release-event as to likely inspire the hordes to descend on the Metroplex.