Jonah Bromwich wrote his first draft of this on a smoked banana peel. It’s hard to avoid self-deprecation when you’re standing right beside incredible talent. While yU is probably the best rapper in Diamond District (and maybe even on Mello Music) the producing wizardry is usually situated in Oddisee, whose Rock Creek Park is the […]

Chris Daly cons comics and not the other way around. It’s a bitch to live up to prophesy. Just ask Darth Vader. In his preordained role to reign supreme over nearly everyone, Knxwledge has demonstrated a propensity and proclivity towards Madlib-ian consistency (alliterations rule, bitch; look it up). Since the end of June alone, the […]

In sleep, Evan Nabavian gets to be a viking. I think all men indulge in fantasies of being rock stars, superheroes, star athletes, firemen, hard-boiled cops, war heroes, Mossad agents, billionaires, samurai masters, professional wrestlers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and movie stars. But the terrible price of glory has been well-covered by Hollywood. An odd […]

Sach O wonders if a producer will ever empty out his hard drive and call it “the dump.” And the flood of free beats does not abate. If this were an era in which music required physical discs of plastic to be distributed, I’d bust out the old chestnut about being buried alive in the […]

Now ask Jonah Bromwich about DJ Kool. Washington DC has two nicknames. The first, as I was informed by my snide, street-smart-and-proud-of-it, seventh grade teacher, is “Chocolate City,” which refers, of course, to the fact that there are a lot of black people who live in DC. The second, which I only learned a couple […]

Sach O can’t believe something good came of Montreal’s Hip-Hop scene. Those Scots at LuckyMe must really like Montreal. While most EDM labels have yet to realize there’s more to this fair city than guitar players in plaid shirts, those forward-thinking Glaswegians have signed not one but TWO acts from around here: House&B emotionalist Jacques […]

Chris Daly did not consult the urban dictionary for this post. Jawn. It’s a Philly thing. Like liquid cheese on a Pat’s steak or an insistence that the weather is always pleasant. For one’s beats to qualify for the category, crisp drums, tight horns and soul are an absolute must. Repping the City of Brotherly […]

Chris Daly don’t drink no zinfandel. The deranged beats of B. Lewis. A 22-year-old San Franciscan, choice crate digger, obscure sample flipper, but capable of producing a dim familiarity.  No slave to the metronome, the kid’s music has the consistency of a cat tail, skittering here and there, never following a distinct path, but adhering […]

Chris Daly is hoping to either expand PotW readers to additional beats or more really obscure Gen X jokes. Preferably both. Is Monster Rally a bit too sunny for your liking? Would you be a bigger fan if Bonobo didn’t sound quite so cheerful? Then let me introduce you to the boy/girl duo of Ghost […]

Sach O played a lot of videogames as a kid. Posting from yours truly may be on the anemic side this month as term papers are a motherfucker. If you’re truly in need of my rantings I suggest you follow me on Twitter where the 140 character limit and fractional audience currently best suit my […]