Yè Fan for Rolling Stone
When Uncle Waffles left her Manhattan hotel for her first headlining show in Brooklyn, her fiery red hair was full of bounce and curves. By the time she plays “Tanzania,” her first single after rising to prominence as a DJ specializing in South African Amapiano, it instead flows kinkily down her back. It had been tested by time, sweat, and the heat from the sea of bodies in the sold-out crowd at Avant Gardner, an entertainment complex spanning a whole city block.
“Tanzania” —…
