Schoolboy Q, throwing his hat in the ring as an early contender for song title of the year. Making up for the fact that his name involves the word “Schoolboy.” Download: MP3: Schoolboy Q ft. Ab-Soul-”Druggy’s Wit Ho’s”
Schoolboy Q, throwing his hat in the ring as an early contender for song title of the year. Making up for the fact that his name involves the word “Schoolboy.” Download: MP3: Schoolboy Q ft. Ab-Soul-”Druggy’s Wit Ho’s”
Photo by Hong-An Nguyen The above was stage left last-night at Igloofest while London-via-France producer DeBruit was rocking his Tropical, Afro-Beat inspired rhythms for a crowd of God-knows-how-many-thousand-people. I’d post another to give you an approximate idea of just how big that crowd was but our camera batteries froze shortly after arriving. Needless to say,… Continue reading »
Credit due to Aaron Matthews for unearthing the buttery “Dreamland,” that operates equally well as warm milk before bed or alongside coffee and the morning paper. Smooth Sunday music. Johnson Barnes negates any theories about “hotness” or the need to flood the market. He just drops gems, quietly and understated.
Homeboy Sandman’s The Good Sun is for Chip Fu. It’s for Sticky Fingaz. It’s for Fatlip and to some extent, Busta Rhymes. If Homebody Sandman was from the 90′s, he’d be the charismatic funkafied live crazy rhymer in a group. The standout. The breakout star. The verse rewinder. The guy you sat through lesser characters… Continue reading »
Douglas Martin is wildin’ out. No Nick Cannon. The patron saint for lonely 19-year-old DIY-punk girls with hastily drawn tattoos, Cassie Ramone has gotten a lot of mileage out of her endearingly nerdy voice. With her nasally bleat and guitar made to sound like a rusty buzzsaw, she’s led Vivian Girls to new-school indie’s A-List… Continue reading »
Aaron Frank has been playing frisbee golf all winter. At the outset of every new year, I inevitably find an album that should’ve appeared on my previous year-end favorites list. I stupidly shrugged off Fever Ray as “too weird” in 2009, and eventually became a serious fan through her debut album and dynamic performance at… Continue reading »
Sach O used his Shaolin poison to set up your master. Rae’s got the juice now. With the knowledge of an older God and a rekindled fire that has him out-spitting young Turks left and right, The Chef has the “elder rap statesman that can still rap” spot in a sleeper-hold and it doesn’t look… Continue reading »
The Bronx’s Diggin’ in the Crates crew towered over the early to mid-90s like an SP1200-strapped colossus, and continue to have a strong pull on the New York underground. At the center of DITC is Lord Finesse. Say what you like about Finesse – ultra-smooth MC, forward thinking producer, notorious ladies man – the guy… Continue reading »
Sach O’s rocking Sean John long johns with a bubble goose. Though we’ve never established a strict policy around here in regards to local coverage, there’s an unspoken agreement that geographically-specific concerns are to be considered sparingly. Momentous occasions such as Lakers victories in LA or incredible gigs in Montreal get the props but otherwise,… Continue reading »
Scene 9- Annie Hall from logan lemberger on Vimeo. Because Kanye West and Jay-Z love Pill, but hate Hebrews, they have graced us with their latest single, “H.A.M.” We are ordered to hail to the throne, but some of us follow the scriptures of Supreme Clientele: “y’all know how we dine, but we don’t eat… Continue reading »