Son Raw is the rare rap Jedi. Def Jux: powerful in life, unstoppable in death. I have no idea what Aesop Rock is talking about in Zero Dark Thirty but I do know that he makes it sound fly, a crucial component to his rhyming that was all to often forgotten by his successors. Hardcore […]

Son Raw spends most of his months in MTL. Book him in your city for a nominal fee. Lots of interesting music gets made in Montreal, particularly over the Winter months when nobody wants to leave the house for fear of yetis. Unfortunately, I don’t always have the time to properly document all of the […]

Look at him now, look at him now…Son Raw‘s grading papeeeerrrrrssss. Some additional mixology for your weekend. Night Slugs cofounder Bok Bok’s official mix can and must be described with the following words: funky, neon, rude, sexy, future-forward, dubwise, underground, London-centric, druggy, grimy, urban and perhaps most importantly: essential. Sometimes it’s best to forget about […]

Son Raw’s out in Brussels, eating clams and mussels. When you make your big break by providing beats for Lil B and Soulja Boy, evolution is imperative. Not to belabor the point but those two are clearly better at recognizing potential in up and coming producers than umm… rapping, so it was a welcome relief […]

Son Raw isn’t trying to affiliate himself with no fake-ass A&Rs. Where to begin? Weighing in at 144 minutes sans bonus tracks, LHF’s Keepers of the light can be a slight bit intimidating in a genre where releases are usually constrained to 2 track singles. Do you devour the whole thing in a blunt-aided marathon […]

Son Raw thinks this post would make a great shlock horror film. Radio rips usually don’t merit the full-post treatment here at PotW but then again, not every radio rip contains a new Girl Unit song released on Night Slugs, his first since his anthemic Wut nearly tore a hole in the  space-time (‘ardkore) continuum. […]

Son Raw’s on the West side of Chicago looking for a bust down. It’s tough to keep up with the underground Juke/Footwork movement if you aren’t actually part of it. My homeboy Hesk (more on whom later) will happily name-drop half a dozen producers who’ve apparently made incredible tunes but I’ll be damned if anyone […]

Son Raw is not talking about the music video director in this review. You know what? Fuck Hype Williams. I was beyond ready to diss this record. A formless bunch of trendy musical signifiers (Asian Pop, R&B, Juke) badly recorded to tape by arty scenesters who’ve enraptured the British music press by essentially acting like […]

Son Raw would prefer the aces, wouldn’t he? Swagger for days. LiveLoveA$AP continues to demonstrate substantial replay value, proving that a well crafted, original project will always trump a barrage of buzz-building stopgaps. Though it would be all too easy to fuck it up with poorly chosen production or sell-out moves at this point, all […]

Son Raw’s getting into some real bad things. It’s impossible to overstate the impact of Addison Groove’s Footcrab single. Previously best known for his slow, technoid Dubstep as Headunter, Tony Williams not only re-launched his career with his Chicago-London fusion piece but also helped ignite outsider interest in Footwork and synthesized a direction for Loefah’s […]