Show Me the Money 4 is up with English subtitles. I hadn’t watched the show before, but I knew that it had brought a lot of attention to a lot of hip-hop talent that had previously been relatively unknown. And in keeping with that noble mission, in the first episode the show turned a spotlight onto something many people may not know about, but that I have experienced myself: Zico’s death glare!
(ETA: The original of this got yanked–if you want, try the second link at the eight-minute mark. But someone edited together this brilliant video, so I’m including it–the poetry-reading is from here.)
Kudos to whoever came up with the BZZZZZT! sound effect, because that’s pretty much what it’s like. His death glare came up a little in the last (still untranslated) episode of 5 Minutes Before Chaos, when an anonymous staffer told Zico to stop looking at him like this:
I actually experienced a variation of Zico’s death glare: Zico’s death side-eye.
This was after the New York concert. As I’ve mentioned, I was first in line for the second group to do the photo op, and I was grabbed and held on to (and it’s not like I wasn’t cooperating!) while the first group had their picture taken. Then our group went, and it went pretty much like:
FANS: Can we have a hug?
BLOCK B MEMBERS: Sure! We’re also going to play with your hat for a bit, because we think it’s super-cool! Gosh, did you bring a pirate flag? You’re so awesome!
JAZZY GROUP: AAAAAAIIIIIIIGGGGGHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! STOP THAT!!!!! STOP HAVING FUN!!!!!
I wasn’t asking for hugs and such, but it’s not like what was going on appeared to be causing anyone in Block B any stress or dismay (rather the contrary), and it certainly did not warrant the reaction it was getting. So, being who I am, I started cracking jokes about it–you know, “No touching!” and the like.
I was also standing next to Zico, who didn’t seem to respond to the jokes (he was more concerned because I wasn’t sure if those of us at the ends were going to stand up or crouch down. We stood).
Then we left and went back in line for the signing.
And that was interesting, because then, Zico didn’t even look at me. Instead he gave me the side-eye of death.
It’s an unnerving experience–I really feel for those poor folks who were auditioning in its terrifying glare. It makes you feel like you’ve upset him absolutely horribly in some obscure fashion. I found myself frantically trying to think of what I could have possibly done that had so disgusted him, and my brain served up. . . the “No touching!” jokes!
Then later I read other fans’ accounts, and apparently he gave everyone the side-eye of death. So, presumably it was jet lag + the poor organization that upset him, not, you know, me personally.
Of course, the death glare came as a real shock to delusionists who thought that Zico was going to fall instantly in love with them and carry them off on his flying unicorn to his magic castle in the clouds where they would get married and live happily ever after.
But seriously–imagine being married to Zico. You’d have to deal with those death rays coming out of his eyes every single day. You’d probably be encouraging him to go on as many long tours to faraway lands as possible. “No, honey, it’s OK–book those three tours back to back. Just don’t look at–BZZZZZT! Aigh!“
On the other hand, your kids would probably be really well-behaved. One BZZZZZT! and they would confess all. Hell, they’d probably confess things they hadn’t even done just to make it stop.
It does make it kind of funny when people see this:
And go, “Wow, Zico clearly hates Rap Monster! This must be a secret sign of some arcane-but-longstanding feud between Block B and BTS!”
It’s just how he looks. It doesn’t mean anything. Zico was probably thinking, 1. Man, this coat is hot, 2. How’s the sound system working? and 3. That’s my cue!
(And although I’m sure he’s clean and sober, the only time I’ve seen people react like Verbal Jint did to the auditions was when I worked in a facility that occasionally rented itself out to raves, and I had to explain the facility rules to all the people who were, um, you know, mid-rave.)