Now is the time for enjoying life with the aid Brazilian horn riffs and Mariah-ODB teamups and 10-minute Ghanaian highlife jams.
Max Bell also enjoys the New Beverly theatre.  After 30 plus projects, summarizing and/or describing the tropes of Curren$y’s music seems futile. The kush is from L.A. and the wax is from the Bay. The kicks are dead stock, the finest vintage. The money, classic cars and women keep moving. I know, you know, and Curren$y […]
Oneman holds all the cards October 15, 2013
Son Raw does this for the culture. At some point this season, you will need a turn up mix for  when you’re having drinks, lest you leave the house sober: you should probably make it Oneman’s latest. Whereas London’s finest already effortlessly combined Garage, House, Grime and Dubstep into an all inclusive smorgasbord of UK […]
Max Bell may have written positive words about a Drake album once. There are a number of early articles/blog posts/pieces of writing I’d like deleted, wiped from existence. Some of those pieces could’ve benefited from more time spent behind the keyboard, some might’ve needed more editing from whoever was kind enough to let me write for […]
Evan Nabavian has a lot of old soul music. Ah mixtapes. I used to come home from school, fire up Windows XP, and check newsgroups for the newest Big Mike, Kay Slay, and Clue tapes. I would download them all and delete everything except the D-Block tracks. But most of that probably doesn’t make a […]
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Bootleg liquor on a Sunday night. I don’t know if eXquire has next but he raps like he snaps necks and that is very important. “Maltese Falcon” is my favorite song because I am a Sam Spade stan, but there is a lot to get lost in here. Highly recommended. Download: ZIP: Mr. MFN eXquire-Lost […]
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Jonah Bromwich’s name really needs to be added to the staff page. If you’re a certain kind of nerd, you’re going to like Exile’s new mixtape Intro to the Outro. If you’re the kind of nerd who wishes that Exile would do a project with a lyrical, possibly-underrated rapper who you realize that you only […]
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Like a powdered wigged man chopping cherry kush, Spitta doesn’t lie. His new tape has a song called “Hennessy Beach,” where Curren$y admits that he’s never sipped such high octane cognac. He’s more of an XO man. That’s the thing about the Jet Life pilot, he turns his realness into high art. It’s a stretch […]
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Immense respect due to Rock the Dub for surviving a half-decade in the indigent wasteland that is the independent Internet world. Ask any blogger who doesn’t collect a bi-weekly check from some corporate benefactor: scrounging for interesting content, posting multiple times a day, and attempting to say anything remotely insightful is harder than sitting through […]
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Caring about contemporary music is particularly difficult on a Monday. Last night, I attempted to trudge through an iTunes clogged with random demo’s, middling efforts from bands who released one song that I liked a year ago, and uh, The Streets’s George Orwell spaceship grime record released only to iPad users.  Within five minutes,  I […]
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