The Top 50 Albums of 2012 December 24, 2012
On a Previous Episode of the Passion of the Weiss: The Top 50 Albums of: 2011; 2010; 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006 50. House Shoes – Let it Go [Tres] No best album list is complete without something from Detroit. Nowhere else is as no frills and unvarnished. It operates as a palate cleanser to remind […]
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Now with ZIP File.  Download: Passion of the Weiss Top 50 Hip Hop Songs, 2012: Part II (#50-26) (Left-Click) Passion of the Weiss Top 50 Hip Hop Songs, 2012: Part I (#25-1 ) (Left-Click) Previously: Passion of the Weiss Top Hip Hop Songs — 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007, 2006 Novelty Bonus – “Hot Cheetos […]
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Evan Nabavian slapped a cop once a la Zsa Zsa Gabor. If Petrarch were born 600 years later and had DJ Fresh beats, he would be E-40 on “Pussy Got Slap”, leading the charge on a posse cut where the central conceit is that the pussy has– well, yeah. For those less conversant with Bay […]
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Kid Daytona Flies Away September 19, 2012
Evan Nabavian is going to the Tony Awards Every summer, you tell yourself it’s going to be the Summer of George, but before you know it, it’s dark and cold outside at 7 and the leaves are doing that stupid shit where they change colors. And worst of all, no more bikini-clad, daiquiri-flavored summer jams. […]
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Evan Nabavian is in the promised land. That may or may not be a party at Kanye’s estate. It’s about time we learned what else the “Niggas in Paris” guy has to offer and if he’s really the new Kanye, as the murmurs suggest. Comparisons between Hit-Boy and Kanye stem from the scrapbook style video […]
Evan Nabavian is a pioneer in trap-step. We make all manner of excuses, some more valid than others, for rappers without technical skill. French Montana’s ear for melody, Waka’s energy, and Jeezy’s Trapability® are all counterweights to the argument that a rapper, or to use a more lofty title, an MC, is one whose motherfucking […]