….It’s remixing it into a chopped + screwed version.
Shouts to OG Ron C.
I hope OG Ron C doesn’t head to Chicago anytime soon because anyone and everyone associated with Chief Keef is getting gunned down in that city lately.
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Since the release of the Can Ox album in 2001, Vast Aire has gone on to claim responsiblity for some of the worst music recorded in hip hop history. His solo albums were barely listenable and fans clamored for a Can Ox reunion.
El-P admitted that Vordul Mega was suffering from schizophrenia and the reunion would likely never take place.
12 years later, there is finally word of a new album.
If El-P is not producing it – does anyone care?
Most of Flying Lotus‘s shit to me is something like this: at first you’re not sure what’s going on, so you give it some time. You still don’t know what’s going on, but it’s enough to intrigue you and hold your attention; there are some good ideas flowing that seem to be building to something. Then something happens. You aren’t sure what it is but this is like the big point of the song right here so hold your breath. Get it? Then the rest of the song is like a long exhale, where you’re not sure where it ends or how you’re supposed to feel after. You can’t really describe what you just heard, but it was kind of cool, maybe just because it didn’t make total sense.
So this is like the video version of that.
Some pretty pictures, some really bizarre shit that you think is going somewhere, some interesting ideas flowing around. Then the long exhale. The three featured songs (in order) are: “See Thru to You” (f/ Erykah Badu), “Hunger” (f/ Niki Randa) and “Getting There.”
I like weird shit like this, even if it’s totally self-indulgent and doesn’t have any sort of cohesive narrative. I’m looking forward to being confused by Flying Lotus’s new album of the same name on October 2, maybe even to the point of ordering the sexy ass collector’s edition 180g vinyl. Cause I’m artsy-hipster-retro like that.
Holy Christ in heaven. Video magic like this happens once in a blue moon.
So “MC Chris” is a 40 year old yt virgin rapper who completely believes he has a rap career. He’s apparently on some sort of two city tour presently.
As the video begins, MC Chris laments on the typical problems MC’s on tour have…you know…people jumping on stage and punching you in the nuts, crowds heckling and booing you…typical shit. I bet Pharoahe Monch lost count of how many times he’s been punched in the nuts while performing.
Cut MC Chris some slack though. As he points out, he has no manager, security, or label for that matter, so he’s forced to be proactive and regularly kick people out of his performances.
The other night, MC Chris kicked out a fan that he regrets kicking out. He’s sorry. The magic happens at 2:25. Enjoy.
Here go a joint:
First off, yes. It was 11:55 PM or so when this aired. I am an old fucking man. I was tired and wanted to rest these old bones.
Second, I’m a big fan of both El-P and Zola Jesus (I have a good Zola Jesus story that I’ll save for my unpublished memoirs).
But anyway, how shitty is this?
Do I not understand the artistic merit in this? Or is it just awful like I think it is.
Maybe this is ahead of it’s time.. I feel like if Mos Def came out at the end and yelled “Swag” a bunch of times it would have improved it a little right?
Instant classic.
Between Cancer4Cure and Killer Mike‘s album, El-P is living like its 2000 all over again.
DOOM doesn’t come out of whatever weed cloud he’s in very often, and when he does it’s usually for something Madlib related, which this (sort of) is. In keeping with his tradition of remixing and remaking pretty much anything he can get his hands on (see Ethiopium, Oxperiment, Exodus into Unheard Rhymes, etc.), Oh No‘s next album Ohnomite (real title) dives exclusively into the Rudy Ray Moore (a/k/a Dolemite for everyone who either wasn’t alive in the 70s or has never worked at Traffic Entertainment) catalog for inspiration, and brings the likes of Alchemist, Erick Sermon, Phife Dawg, Termanology and others along for the ride. Our friends at Five Day Weekend (of Ricky Powell and 80 Blocks to Tiffany’s fame) and Brick Records are behind this one, and it should be out on June 5. For the vinyl heads, this track will be released as a special 5-inch single on June 11.
Illustration: Charles Munka / Design: Jeff Jank
The Blogger Formerly Known as Faraone would have loved this p0ast. This post is just begging out for a true Def Jux fan boy to write it, and I’ll be the first to admit I’m a poor substitute for one. The whole rapping about geometry and laser beams and backpacks kind of passed me by back when I was in middle school listening to Puffy or whatever, and it never quite took even later on.
But since then a lot has changed. El-P has seen Def Jux melt away into nostalgia, their roster scattered around the industry but seemingly replaced by a new group of eccentric hardcore scumbag New Yorkers carving out their own niche: Mister Muthafuckin’ eXquire, Das Racist, Despot, Action Bronson and others who came of age when Def Jux was dominating the underground. The guests will be getting a lot of the attention generated by his new album Cancer4Cure, but the credit should go to El-P for doing what many veteran artists cannot: adapting their signature sound into something more contemporary. I’ve listened to the album about twice over (maybe more than anything else El-P has put out in a while already) and the results are pretty incredible. “Full Retard” and “O Hail No” (with Danny Brown and a ridiculous verse from eXquire) will be the immediate favorites for sure, but don’t sleep on “Stay Down” (f/ Nick Diamonds), epic closer “$4 Vic” or “Sign Here.”
LINK: El-P Cancer4Cure Full Album Stream via RollingStone
…Goes by the name Krispy Kreme
He just dropped a new music video.. This one is for the club.
The O.G. (April) classic. 1.8 Million Views.
Every lyric is a hip hop quotable.
File under: “Shit I have to post while Faraone is ‘marching on Wall Street’”
When I have to step in a put up an Aesop Rock video ahead of Faraone, there’s little doubt his blog passion is at an all time low.
I figured if there was one righteous cause powerful enough to distract Faraone from chanting slogans until the world is fixed, it would be his long-running, well-documented beef with ASAP Rocky over his “occupation” of Aesop’s name. In his year-end diatribe against all things purple and swag, he unleashed this first-ballot hall-of-famer:
On that note, I’m flabbergasted over the trending popularity of A$AP Rocky. Not just because he couldn’t rap his way out of a tinfoil hat, or because “Purple Swag” is the lamest combination of played out ingredients since peanut butter and jelly in the same jar.
But when Aesop, “a poetic and musical genius to this fool’s ignoramus” as he says, drops a video to post Faraone is nowhere to be found. That’s like free throws for a blogger; you gotta hit those if you wanna be on the team.
The fact that it’s actually a decent video is just extra icing on a big cake of shame.
iIdo remember a time where LMNO and the Visionaries were known over here on the east…
so what happened?
well some of the mutual friends hit me off with this and I was “OH OK, OK”
CursedOut does it big on this, the beat reminds me of some old Lik’s shit too and well i like it.. you do you tho
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Homeboy Sandman’s new video is fucking trippy as shit. Pass the brown acid.
But..
Guess who’s bizzack..
#SXSW recap coming a$ap.
