Things you can count on in life:
Death, taxes, Cal Ripken, Jr. and former hip-hop friends/associates dissing each other on wax.
Sieg is too real to do this for publicity alone, methinks.
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props to DJ ON&ON a/k/a the Instigator
I know I’m supposed to be all up on the new hip-hop, but I’m not in the mood this morning. Still got work to do, still got CDs sitting waiting to be played and a Halloween costume that hasn’t even been seriously considered yet. Right now, this is what I got for y’all.
Humble and nonchalant as ever, Warren G is cooler than Miles Davis smoking an Alaskan cucumber. Like his stepbrother Dr. Dre, he’s a godfather of G-funk — a reclined complement to the harder West Coast gangsta styles designed by N.W.A — and his production hustle is as smooth and lasting as his buttery braggadocio. Aside from going 10 times platinum off the seminal 1994 Long Beach classic single “Regulate,” the hush-spoken MC has touched more laudable projects than his average fan might realize. I asked Warren about those, and about promoting his new release, The G Files (TLC), on the heels of his standout performance at the recent VH1 Hip-Hop Honors tribute to Def Jam.
ahh.. the souls with their first album in 10 years .. and…
what?
PRINCE PAUL…
ok! now i’m excited.
When Ghost does it, it’s cool. When U-God does is…nahhhhhhhhhh fam.
Still maybe the best thing he ever put out.
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People sometimes say that I have the best job in the world as a writer. And while I don’t necessarily disagree (except for the whole money thing), it turns out there’s someone who has it better. That’s right people – an alternative weekly in Denver has hired a marijuana critic.
According to this article, Westword has already received hundreds of applications for the gig of peeping grow rooms and distributors. No shit. I’m not quite sure of what to make of this beside jealousy. Anyone interested in being the new JTTS weed writer? And they said journalism was dead.
Well – I’m sure that ICP has donned myriad covers in flyover states where their fans regularly chop classmates to pieces, but this remains a major accomplishment for me, as I’ve for years pursued a perpetual mission to spread the Necro gospel. The feature is primarily about Boston’s Zombie Death Squad, but for my money (which isn’t very much) it’s one of the most comprehensive looks at the history of doom bap (or whatever you want to call it) ever published.
Horrorcore is what happens when wayward punks salute Ice Cube and Alice Cooper. Fixated on bloodlust and savage carnal revelry, the morbid hip-hop subgenre (along with such similar variations as death rap and acid rap) is fisting the nation deeper than most parents will be comfortable with. Insane Clown Posse (ICP), famously mocked by Blender as the worst group of all-time, outlived that particular tormenter, and they continue to bank millions from music and merchandise sales. Hip-hop is dead, as crypt-hop’s mega sales attest — just ask Zombie Death Squad, Boston doom-bap devotees the Undead, or the 1000-plus war-painted trenchcoat mobsters who swelled Worcester Palladium for an ICP opera this past weekend.
God bless New York magazine for giving hopeless New Yorkers a forum to talk about their sex lives.
Read The Ex-Banker Living on Alcohol, Hook-ups, and Unemployment
I was searching for some fresh Nike pics, and I came across these farm fresh joints. Can you imagine how much ass you’d pull at a Phish concert with these laced around your paws? Only one question remains: who’s gonna be the first chef to make some Reeboks out of chicken wings?
BONUS: Teams to bring back -
So I’m at the premiere of the Boston indie flick Scalpers the other night, and to my surprise in walk Esoteric and Jawn P. of Top Choice Clique. As it turns out, they did one of the cuts for the soundtrack. The only problem was that while dudes were on hand to perform, the sound system was of karaoke quality. Still, I heard some potential through the muffled incoherence, and it turns out I was right. Shit is tight when it’s not being belted through a Fisher Price microphone.
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LISTEN: Jawn P. & Esoteric – “Scalper”
I’m sure this is the sort of track that those of you who think hip-hop blows but who come here every day anyway are sure to bitch about. After all – it’s hard, stuffed with rugged boom bap punches, and, most importantly, produced by
Alchemist, who, last time I checked, has yet to concede that superficial frequencies are the taste du jour.
Bekay‘s November 8 release, Hunger Pains, arrived on my doorstep yesterday, and I’m already on my fifth listen. A more detailed review is sure to come shortly, but for now I’ll say that it has not a single weak link, and can be held in the same hardcore acclaim that M.O.P.’s Foundation found earlier this year. Eat this single – it’s just a sample of the meal to come.
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LISTEN: Bekay featuring Alchemist – I Am
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Clipse feat. Cam’ron – Popular Demand
