In the words of these men:
In the words of these men:
Sach O chant down Babylon. Dubstep’s worldwide ascension has no doubt been aided by the fact that it can be all things to all people. From its original expression of London’s urban dread, the genre has morphed into everything from guitar-free metal for the Facebook generation to neo-reggae to indie-approved gentility to proper electronica. The… Continue reading »
Despite the Walking Dead, Aaron Frank continues to endorse Zombies. Calling Zomby’s new album his best seems slightly inaccurate. By now, it’s clear that every release is more warped and innovative than its predecessor. Oddly enough, it doesn’t feel as if Zomby is “progressing,” as much as uncovering another place within himself. In years past,… Continue reading »
From the best album of the year that no one is talking about, even though it’s co-produced by Brian Eno. I caught Seun last Friday and you can have your Animal Collectives and Gang Gangs, but there was nothing at the Pitchfork Festival that was fucking with this man and Egypt ’80. No offense. But… Continue reading »
Evan Nabavian never once caught that swag flu. The Slaughterhouse boys do better outside of their battle rap pissing contests. All of them except for Joe Budden are capable of extremely memorable performances given the right direction. Royce da 5’9” can scorch a DJ Premier beat like few others. So can Joell Ortiz (“Project Boy”),… Continue reading »
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Because Roc Marciano remains the ultimate in shattered septum loose tooth rap. Because the video for his collaboration with Telemachus somehow escaped the claws of this site (below the jump). Because he insists that rivals have a “Haagen Daaz Heart.” Because he makes the Murda Muzik that Mobb Deep stopped making after “Quiet Storm.” Because… Continue reading »
Take your sub-Dipset technicolor Dreamcoat hyperlink rap, I will opt every time for the caustic smirk of Serengeti and his former Saluki, Open Mike Eagle. Admittedly, there is home field advantage at work, now that both Chicago natives are permanent residents of my smog-scarred birthplace. I have a feature in next week’s LA Weekly on… Continue reading »
Aaron Frank is not pictured in this photo. Or is he? Enter No Age, on a broiling Saturday afternoon, rocking the Red Stage with supreme LA skate-punk thrash. They were awesome, but you already knew I was going to say that. Or maybe you watched the streaming performance online where the crowd went Flocka for… Continue reading »
Trey Kerby didn’t invent being a chill bro, but he perfected it. Spencer Krug is probably a jerk. For one, he’s named Spencer. Then there is that one time he grew a mustache for no reason. He’s wearing a headband in his Wikipedia picture, which he didn’t choose, but it still counts because that means… Continue reading »
With Hip-Hop’s color barrier long since broken down by everyone from grill-rocking Houstonians to lyrically lyrical nerds and Chester French, rebelious white kids have yearned for the next form of Black music to stea-…embrace. Jamaican Bashment (Dancehall) is currently in the midst of yet another boom period and with Dubstep turning on a generation of… Continue reading »