Nov 152010

“as YOU can GO, beLOW zeRO” — he’s creating iambs out of words that don’t naturally fall into that pattern: i.e., he stresses ‘zero’ on the second syllable instead of the first, where the stress naturally falls. (…) His pronunciation of “zoo” is one of the cooler things I’ve ever heard: a “z” with the smallest possible nondescript little vowel syllable attached to it.

In retrospect, this might be the best track of OB4CL2.


Oct 162010

(AllHipHop News) Former Bad Boy Records artist Black Rob is poised to return to the Hip-Hop game with a new album being released via popular independent label, Duck Down Records.

The rapper, who was released from prison after serving four years in May over a grand larceny charge, is back in the studio recording material for Game Tested & Street Approved, which is due in stores in 2011 via Duck Down.

According to Black Rob, Game Tested and Street Approved is a “testimony of what I stand for and how I feel.”

“The people have been asking for true Hip-Hop music, and that’s what I’m giving them,” Black Rob stated. “I stayed away from features. I’ve been away for 4 joints, so I feel the people deserve to hear me. When I came home, I went right to work, and didn’t have time to reach out to cats. On my next project you will get that. As for producers, I have some up-and-coming cats on there. I believe in giving cats a chance. As far as named producers you may hear a joint or two from Buckwild, Self Service, Bishop, Scram Jones and Pete Rock.”

Game Tested and Street Approved is Black Rob’s first album in over five years.

Bra nyheter. Nas borde göra likadant.


Black Rob är en naturlig stjärna. Tveksamma beats förstörde hans debut. Men Life Story och Whoa – odödliga klassiker. Mer viktigt material:

Black Rob – You Know What (produced by True Master)

Puff Daddy f. Black Rob – I Love You


shit han går in över RNS mästerverk…


känns lite logiskt att Bad Boy gör bäst reklamer…


herregud en glömd klassiker gömd på youtube…
Jun 182010

Antartic pads. Programming the 808 inside the fridge. Numeric song titles. The Bay goes 90s Autechre.

An Old School futurist spitting Mad Max themes over Sucker MCs type boom bap. Well, I’ll keep my ears open.

I love that Raekwon brought Outkast to New York, and recorded with Ill Bill and Yelawolf, and Baltimore to Oakland-transplant DJ Fresh, and everything with much success. All these tracks are from the last dude’s The Tonite Show mixtape.

Speaking of The Bay, this is so classic.
And must listen more to Mac Dre.

Jul 222009

He’s been working so hard for so long, his release is properly titled Better Late Than Never. The music on this project is exactly what people have been waiting to hear from a qualified and gifted artist such as Trife. Fans that have been waiting for this album since 2000 will not be let down. Trife has crafted a classic album both for old and new fans of Hip Hop.

This is good News. Trife Diesel (former Trife Da God) is my favourite rapper without a solo album. Been waiting years for a full length.





The tracklisting seems to be once again plagued by way too many features. If Put It On The Line and that Theodore Unit album would have had less filler rappers, they’d been classics. And much of it would have been thanks to Trife. The track with Royce sounds hard, though, so let’s hope for the best.


Jun 012009

Is it just me, or does B-Real just get better with time? Making music with La Coka Nostra must have made him sharpen his swords. The Chef sounds hungry, so they blend together nicely, just like Wu and Cypress did on Temple Of Boom (which in my opinion still ranks among the most solid rap albums ever).

Raekwon feat. B-Real – The Masters

Cypress Hill feat. RZA & U-God – Killa Hill Niggaz (prod. by RZA)

And here is my favorite track from Freddie Foxxx’s underground classic Industry Shakedown (and some bonus collabos).

Freddie Foxxx feat. M.O.P. – The Mastas

Freddie Foxxx feat. 2pac – Killa

Freddie Foxxx feat. Kool G Rap – Cook A Niggaz Ass

May 282009

The Wu stretches far and wide, its disciples numerous.

Pop Da Brown Hornet
from GP Wu is one of the lesser known swordbearers. You need his Tha Undaground Emperor if you like Wu and feel like listening to some more of that golden age boom music. It reminds me of Lord Finesse, the flow and clever punchlines and the dusty beats (courtsey of RNS, known for producing Shyheim’s first classic album), but with a distinctive Shaolin twist. Among Wu-bangers such as Follow Me Up, Endangered Species, and the excellent relationship-song Wantz & Needs, we find one of the deepest tracks ever recorded in this genre. Black On Black Crime is his S.K.I.T.S, reality rap at its best, with the saddest violin ever sampled and poetic lyrics painting the everyday madness – and a hope for better days.

Pop Da Brown Hornet – Black On Black Crime


Jul 272007

In Like Flynn placerar Wu Ming i en skola av nya, fräscha prosa-månglare vilka vi menar innebör döden för seriösa roman-författare och deras dödstråkiga karaktärspsykologi och värdelösa moraliska ställningstaganden. I denna utrensning lämnas plats för karnevaliska, häpnadsväckande händelseförlopp, märkliga litterära möten och nog med sex, våld och high weirdness för att pigga upp de mest dästa skräpkulturskonnässörer.

Och du har väl inte missat Henry Jenkins goa intervju med Wu Ming 1 och 2?

“Explain: that’s what the avantgarde never do, indeed, they enjoy being obscure, they mistake obscure for radical, they don’t want to give the people access to their work. They are enemies of the people. We never acted like that: the more people understand what we’re doing, the happier we are.”

Och när vi talar allmänt om mytbygge kan vi släppa in en annan intervju här, med den i den första intervjun nämnde Borges.

“But as I think of the many myths, there is one that is very harmful, and that is the myth of countries. I mean, why should I think of myself as being an Argentine, and not a Chilean, and not an Uraguayan. I don’t know really. All of those myths that we impose on ourselves- and they make for hatred, for war, for enmity- are very harmful. Well, I suppose in the long run, governments and countries will die out and we’ll be just, well, cosmopolitans.”

Jun 192007

Två av rap-genrens främsta mästerverk gjorde plats för ojämförligt historieberättande.

“I’m deep down in the back streets – in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys”

“There’s no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains”

“His idols would lock down airports and extort
some import, catchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars”

“Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn’t die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-oin
I can’t front though, truck loads of endo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe”

Hjältesagan är som som så ofta i rap-genren den unga crack-entrepenörens hänsynslösa expansion, men trots att Wu-Tang gjort det här sedan mitten av 90-talet (eller kanske just därför) blir det inte stereotypt eller tjatigt. Det finns en bildskärpa här, ett öga för detaljer och ett hjärta för sluminvånarna som särskiljer Wu-Tang från senare kommen kokain-rap. GZA frågar sig vad som egentligen är “the meaning of C.R.I.M.E.? Is it Criminals Robbing Innocent Motherfuckers Every time?

Ett generellt exempel på rap-musik som porträtterar den urbana kokain-epedemin inifrån begränsar sig vanligtvis till att uppfylla ett falskt krav på street cred och äkthet. För Raekwon, GZA, Ghost, Deck och de andra berättare som utmärkt sig i The Wu-Tang Family Saga är detta inte något att oroa sig för. När de sätter sig ner med penna och papper är det inte för att tillfredsställa radions begär efter thug-poser, istället är det med ambitionen att regissera filmer lika episka som de klassiker som kommit från Scorcese, Coppola, Sergio Leone.

På Day One utmärker sig P.R. Terrorist från Killarmy med starka bilder i den i genren så vanliga uppväxt-terapin:

“We was kids back then, you was my only friend,
playing cowboys and indians with coat-hangers.
Now the only thing i tuck in my coat is crome bangers”

Inspectah Deck gjorde gjorde dock detta allra bäst. Hela hans vers på C.R.E.A.M. är värd att citera och lyssna på en gång till.

“It’s been twenty-two long hard years and still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I’m alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not… could not…
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin — going up state’s my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don’t know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that’s the time when I’m not depressed
But I’m still depressed, and I ask what’s it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty’s running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain’t trying to hear what I’m kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic”

(One of the greatest groups in music ever.)

Det är sällan Method Man kör något utöver punch-lines, men när han gör det är det sällsynt bra. På A Better Tomorrow kör han en av de bästa Wu-verserna någonsin.

“No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other

You can’t party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way”

Den som mest av alla liknar Marvin Gaye och de andra stora sångarna från yesteryear är såklart Ghostface, vilket man förstår när man lyssnar på Impossible, eller Jah World.

“Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I’m crying for forgiveness
Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Ladies being hit through wickedness, I’m losing my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and
They threw burners in our babies’ faces
Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places
Sweat from the white man’s head
Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head, almighty
Alrighty, niggaz is screwing
God won’t you tell me why these ho niggaz is screwing? I’m sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise

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