Thursday, May 17, 2007

Stop Snitchin'


Download: T.I.: "Big Shit Poppin'"
Calling this no "What You Know" is fucking retarded. Lemme guess, it's also no Illmatic right? Anyone who purports to have liked King cannot dislike this song. Don't love it? Fine. But it's one of the ten best hip-hop songs released this year easy. T.I. is the contemporary King of Swagger. This song is swagger. It sounds effortless because it wants to sound effortless. People are missing this. "What You Know" wanted to sound like you were about to get your ass beat. "Big Shit Poppin'" sounds like you already did. Because you already have. Kings sit on thrones and smile and bask and enjoy being kings. This is Tip enjoying being a king. Enjoy it also.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

An Epimetheus Moment


The Be Your Own Pet album is fantastic. I don't find Jemina Pearl to be as important to this record as the majority population I think, but pontificating about her is obviously nearly impossible considering how overtly in your face and thrust to the forefront she is. I think for both detractors and boosters her lyrics were a big deal in terms how the album was recieved, like people who really liked this were celebrating the whole "I'm here to steal your virginity!!!!!!!!!!!" thing while people who didn't just brushed the lyrics off as immature and nonsensical, etc. Thing is, I would hardly say that the lyrics are necessary to even remotely grasp what BYOP, or even Pearl, wants you to grasp, things like brattiness, punkiness, snotiness, spontaneity, etc., which are all things that I think are better conveyed with the screaming and frothing and thrashing.

And I don't want to downgrade what Pearl means to this band, she's clearly the heart, soul, vital organs and circulatory system here— or at least embodies what BYOP would want those to be— but I can't shake the fact that I still find the buzzsaw guitar work here more important to both the BYOP aesthetic and the quality of the album. Which again isn't to say that Pearl doesn't seperate BYOP from probably nine-hundred other young punk bands, but the constant barrage of guitar hooks on this album is truly staggering. And, while Pearl is the number one reason to see these guys llive, it's her bandmates that truly make the album.

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Monday, May 14, 2007

You Ain't Even En Me Classa


If more evidence beyond "Kick, Push" and "Daydream" through "Hurt Me Soul" on F&L was needed to prove that Lupe Fiasco can make five-star rap songs when he isn't fucking around with electric guitars, samples of screaming eagles and no-name r&b singers than this (courtesy Nah Right) is the prosecution resting.

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

I Think They Used to Be Called Ratatat


"Hey, were you at battle of the bands tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Who was the best band there?"
"Brunette."
"Oh, I've never heard of them."
"Yeah, they were pretty good. They need a vocalist though."
"What do you mean they need a vocalist?"
"They don't have a vocalist."
"Like there just isn't one?"
"No, there's no vocalist."
"Wow... I'm really having trouble wrapping my head around this."
"Yeah..."
"No vocalist, huh...?"
"..."

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Saturday, May 05, 2007

Next Post is a Guest Blog From Cam'ron re: Getting Kicked Out of Dipset


But for now, watch me get my Fluxblog on!

Bonde Do Role: "Geremia"
Things about this song: There are fun martial drums. There is a funner kazoo. There is a fun rapping verse that may or may not be from Luigi from the video games. But, the most fun thing about this song is the girl who raps the first and third verse. Her voice is of someone who spent a whole day screaming her lungs out at a soccer game. It's weary, worn and broken. But it's also fantastic, and is absolutely perfect for a song that sounds like a six-hour party condensed into less than three minutes. This would be the first Pipettes single after they emerged from three years in the Amazon.

Feist: "Limit To Your Love"
Truth about The Reminder: It's inconsistent candlelight dinner music. "The hipster answer to Norah Jones" means that it still sounds like Norah Jones, and the album, at its worst, still sounds like Norah Jones. WIth that being said, it's third fourth is as knockout at this music gets. "Limit To Your Love" is when one of Feist's piano ballads finally recedes from outside the shadow of her brilliant pop ("1 2 3 4", "Past In Present") because she steps out of her quirkiness and sings like someone who is demanding your attention. So when she launches into the line "It should be written on your face/ I'm piecing it together/ There's something out of place" she draws out the "place" like she's screaming from the top of a mountain, and not only should it whip this guy to attention like a smack across the face, but it'll uncompromisingly jar you out of the trance you might've unwittingly fallen under during the seven songs prior.

The Besnard Lakes: "And You Lied To Me"
I'm going to make no bones about what is truly great about this song. After nearly five-minutes of find yourself in the stars prog meandering, the guitarists in this band rip into a searing two-minute long back-and-forth solo that sounds like getting slowly sliced in half by a white-hot saw.

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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Hunting for Witches


Not sure if this is tounge-in-cheek, but "Doe Boys and Girls in America" and "My Moon, My Shawty"???????????????? This is creativity on another level. This blog is now a mash-up blog. Here are the first mash-ups.

ENJOY!!!!! JAMS FOR DAYS!!!!

Brightblack Morning Light vs. Mika "Everybody Gaylight"
Fall Out Boy vs. Feist "Thnks Fr The Reminder" (FULL ALBUM MASH-UP HOLY SHIT)
The Knife vs. Avril Lavigne "We Share Our Mother's Girlfriend"
Lil Wayne vs. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus "I Can't Feel My Face Down"
DJ UNK vs. Feist "1 2 Step 3 4"
Robin Thicke vs. Panda Bear "Comfy In U"
Fall Out Boy vs. Feist "This Ain't a Scene, It's a Sea Lion Woman"

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