Numero Uno: Universal Togetherness Band “More Than Enough” | January 8, 2015 |
“Awe sookie sookie!” screamed Torii MacAdams Every year seems to bring a long list of reissues– particularly around Record Store Day– many of which are completely inessential money grabs perpetrated by multinational corporations. Shout out to everyone who bought the Jay-Z & Linkin Park album on “special edition blue vinyl.” For fans of legitimate obscurities, […]
Let Silk Rhodes Come in and Do the Popcorn | December 4, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams is like Ol’ Blue Eyes, he does it his way Blue-eyed soul is, unfortunately, alive and well. It’s hard to Yah-Mo-Believe audiences who don’t drive pickup trucks are still clamoring for crooning Caucasians. Robin Thicke remains in the public eye despite both making shitty music and being a simpering misogynist idiot. The Internet’s […]
Bet it All on One Play: Maxo Kream x Le$ “End Zone” | November 21, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams puts his two arms up, touchdown I’m not convinced rappers are cognizant of the fact that stacks of money do not double as cell phones. In the video for Maxo Kream and Le$’ “End Zone,” Kream appears unaware that the phrase “money talks” is a figure of speech, and that speaking into a […]
Kevin Gates & Rustie Know the Bouncer: “Wait in Line” | November 13, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams does the Shmoney dance with dual iPads Walt Whitman wrote “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)” Kevin Gates, too, contains multitudes, though admittedly many of his internal legion just want to punch you in the nose. The world’s foremost jailhouse behavioral therapist is […]
The Advice Show: Gangsta Boo “Underground Cassette Tape Music” | October 30, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams once had Defari as a substitue teacher Everything I’ve learned, I’ve learned from Gangsta Boo, the First Lady of Memphis Rap. Wait, that’s actually not true. I may have an English literature degree buried under books at my mom’s house, but, I swore that my education and edification didn’t have to stop when […]
Welcome to New York: The Rasp of Remy Banks | October 27, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams can get you a good bootleg Avirex. It’s getting to be North Face time in New York. Loud, pizza-slinging motherfuckers in flour-covered pocket Ts are yelling about whoever’s under center for the Jets. ACG boots are coming out of hibernation. Catch wispy mustached teens headed to the last subway stops, earbuds tucked under […]
The Slowed Down Funk of Delroy Edwards | October 23, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams recently purchased a bunch of rap cassettes in southeast Dallas. “Hauntingly beautiful” is a koan for lazy journalists and bloggers, used to describe music that’s ethereal, breathy, and melodious. It’s also a phrase never used in conjunction with chopped and screwed mixes, which can fulfill all the qualities of “hauntingly beautiful,” with an added […]
Andre Martel Plays “Shaq-Fu” | October 20, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams is white like Bill Nye. The best parties in Highland Park are at the Nature Boyz’ house. As Alexander Spit wrote, “Their house parties kill because their house parties look, smell and feel like a house party that kills should.” Impromptu low stakes dice games, beer cans, and weed smoke overflow from the narrow […]
Moving Weight with Lord Byron | October 17, 2014 |
Torii MacAdams recalls rappers before Romantic poets. When I think of Dallas, a city my father left for good at 18, I think of ranch-style homes lining wide avenues; the smell of early summer’s humidity and rain, a result of North Texas’ lightning-filled plains. I think of Big Tex, the Cotton Bowl, and my ruddy-faced uncle […]