Iesu Grist, if that ain’t the dumbest song I have ever heard I don’t know what is.

That is a new low right there. Top bottom that, someone! Anyone?

Thought not. Anyway. Marv The Marsh has posted his next single on his MySpace. It cusses Oystercards and questions the contents of those BCG injections they gave us, so you KNOW it’s on point!

“The autumn months are never a calm time in America. Autumn is a very Traditional period, a time of strong Rituals and the celebrating of strange annual holidays like Halloween and Satanism and the fateful Harvest Moon, which can have ominous implications for some people…. There is always a rash of kidnapping and abductions of schoolchildren in the football months. Preteens of both sexes are traditionally seized and grabbed off the streets by gangs of organized perverts who traditionally give them as Christmas gifts to each other to be personal sex slaves and playthings.”
Hunter S Thompson

Burmese Military Shooting Monks, Raid Monasteries.
“According to witnesses soldiers smashed windows and doors and beat the sleeping monks. Some escaped but hundreds of monks were taken away in military trucks.”

(Just heard on Radio 4 - “you’ve got ten minutes to leave or be shot.”)

Scary Peak Oil Movie Released
“You needn’t be a conspiracy theorist to see a connection between America’s current obsessions with the Middle East and national security, and the world’s looming oil crisis.”

XXL Magazine’s Publishers Drop New Gun Mag Called “Glock”
“The town of Jackson Hole is one of America’s most beautiful - and GLOCK keeps it one of the most peaceful.”

Australian Government Hijack Web
A bill introduced this week by Australia’s Parliament would give the Australian federal police the power to control which sites can and cannot be viewed by Australian Web surfers.

Uncle Murda Snitches On Self
“I feel like if a nigga was in the street doing what he was doing and a nigga snitched on another nigga in the street to bail himself out of jail or make his situation better - I’m really against that shit. I feel like if you can’t kill that motherfucker in six months, or if that nigga can’t die, you need to go get somebody in his family or something.”

ENOUGH!!!

You know how far I cycled today?

30 miles.

That’s right busters, I pedalled 30 miles from Clapton to Acton (that rhymes) in an orange prison jump suit (I wear it for the poor and broken down), and on the way back the heaven’s opened up and I got my orange prison jump suit (living on the hopeless, hungry side of town) soaked through. Did I cry? Did I grump? HELL NAW! It was EXHILARATING! And a bit sad, I saw one nasty accident and one poor old man getting abused by the police. They had him in this really harsh arm lock, and he wasn’t resisting or anything, just murmuring drunkenly.

I went to meet some producers - I’m doing that all week, LP # 2 is written and demoed (with room for late additions, of course), and now we gotta suss out who’s gonna help me bring it to life. Obviously I want my man James Brown back, and I’d like to do some stuff with Danny Saber again cos he is cool and a nutjob. I also want this thing reach proportions of Meatloafian epicness, so lets’ see what the fuck is up.

Hey, you know what I did when I got home?

Baked a bacon and egg PIE.

Serious, I get down like that nowadays. Ya diiiiiiiig?

It’s going to happen very soon. The great event that will end the horror. That will end the sorrow. Next Tuesday, when the sun goes down, I will play the Moonlight Sonata backwards. This will reverse the effects of the world’s mad plunge into suffering for the last 200 million years. What a lovely night that will be. What a sigh of relief, as the senile robins become bright red again, and the retired nightingales pick up their dusty tails, and assert the majesty of creation!
Leonard Cohen

Someone at xxlmag.com is gonna get SACKED!

“ZoneEdit DNS services for this domain have expired.
To reactivate service for XXLMAG.COM, log into your account and add credits.
Thank you for using ZoneEdit”

That’s what it says when you try go THERE.

Shocking.

OK, I gotta go link my boy Joey Driscol in a sec down Brixton - dude’s shooting a video before fucking off to Africa for a few months. Yeah, we jealous! Whatever though - I got stuff to do here. Things are heating up. I’m spending the next week or so meeting potential co-producers for the next album. I got a ton of songs ready to make Serious. To get you lot all wet and ready, I’m a drop ATD15 on your heads within the fortnight.

OK?

Good.

Meanwhile, there is plently of hot stuff out there for you to Consume. That new serious of Curb is intensely funny, so far. The Chamillionaire LP is brilliant. There’s a hot new Wu box set out that collects some seriously brilliant Clan material, solo and not so. Raekwon’s new mixtape gets really good half way through. And Frisky Dingo’s back! Get in!

In other news, speaking on CNN, Colonel Sam Gardiner tells us, “the war with Iran has begun”.

LAME.

Lethal Bizzle’s new single is Police On My Back, a song I made especially for him when I was told he might like us to work together, and my favourite song out of the five we did.

It was Jo Whiley’s record of the week last week, it’s Steve Lamaqc’s as well. Apparently. That is blessing from the holy Evening Sesson The Britpop Years duo. Ya diiiig!

In other news, SiC has a new website, made by clever Zef, here. Check the media page for a downloadable label sampler.

I have very little say on the whole Blackwater thing other than

“Urgh.”

Hear ye hear ye! A brand new Akira The Don Podcast is online to listen to NOW. IT! IS! Here. It features my reccuring guest Thesvenhunter talking about how shit his life is, and lots of great songs, including some NEW SHIT by ME! Forsooth: Chamilionaire - Morning News Fucked Up - Since U Been Gone Akira The Don - Jamie (Demo) Why Lout? - Acceptable In The 80s Lull Ii Rachel Unthank and the Winterset Song - My Lad’s A Canny Lad Lethal Bizzle - Crash Envy - Untitled Peedos In Speedos Pydos In Spydos - Le Chat The Smiths - Sweet And Tender Hooligan Birdman ft. Lil Wayne - Pop Bottles Akira The Don ft. Dego Brown - There’s A Riot Going On (Demo) Super Furry Animals - Suckers Talib Kweli - Eat To Live 50 Cent ft Ludacris - I get Money (Remix) Kanye West - Big Brother Adam Green - I Wanna Die Enjoy! @! PS - the billionaires remix of I Get Money just dropped. Check it out. Diddy murks it. I’m sorry, but he does. And check the Jeezy influence all over the track! Snowman changed the game. Weird huh

I am kind of speechless to be honest.

Wow!

“Let me say this: That statement about Russell Simmons had nothing to do with his sexual orientation. It had more to do with a disagreement [we had]. I don’t know if the man likes Martians, squirrels or whatever, so I ain’t gonna speak on something that I didn’t see. It’s no gay-bashing with me. It’s just, be proud of what you are, instead of hidin’ in the closet. And if ya fuck boys in the ass, then don’t be tryna fuck with the girls, too, poisoning the pussy population wit’ ya shitty ol’ dirty-ass dick.”
Pimp C talking to XXL

Hey kids. I am doing a podcast for you today. I know it has been too long since I hit you off with any new music. Maybe I’ll even play some new Akira The Don songs. Whoo!

In the meanwhile, I urge you to go read Jeff Wells’ latest posts at Rigorous Intuition. Dude has outdone himself yet again… Cop this first, then go here.

Regret it ye shall nay.

@!

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Look what that PPF found!

Shocking, I know.

Marshal WHAT?

Don’t do it.

I have been enjoying some rap albums lately - PE’s new joint, How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul??? is throwback illness. Kanye’s Graduation is a masterpiece, as far as the production is concerned, and the vocals aren’t far back. The last track in particular, Big Brother, over-proves Kanye’s lyrical worth - a cute ode to his hero Jay-Z, it shits all over the similarly autobiographical tales told on Jay’s lacklustre bin filler. Kingdom… came and wet pretty quick, no?

50’s joint is a lot better than I thought it would be. Like Billy X Sunday, I got the clean version first, and that just didn’t make sense. The, um, unclean version, South Welsh gun trade intro sequence intact, makes much more sense. 50 needs to say “bitch” and “nigger” a whole lot ot make sense. He spends the whole CD threatinging to either shoot, or fruit the listener over well chosen beats, and keeps it entertaining for the most part. I gotta admit that I am now fully addicted to all of the singles, and wake up singing them, apart from that Robin Thicke one which sucks more balls than that lottery machine with all the balls in it and the sucking pipe. Ya diiig?

ANYWAY. That stuff is kind if irrelevant (whatever Rolling Stone says. We all remember Blur VS Oasis over here, but who still bumps Roll With It OR Country House? Quite.) The rap album of the year, one I can’t see anyone messing with on any level, musically or lyrically, snuck up on me like that VAT bill last month. It’s Chamilionaire’s Ultimate Victory. No messing. That ugly dude has made a record that does everything Dead Prez wanted to. It is gangsta. It is revolutionary. It is clever. It is Hardbody, Hardfaced, Hardnosed. It is POP as hell. You’ve banged the whole thing five times in a row before you notice there aren’t any swears on the thing. True story.

I’m even gonna forgive dude for sampling The Final Countdown (I was doing that, asshole!). Why? Cos Chamilionaire is saving hip-hop. Chamilionaire is killing it (rap slang is a funny thing, I know). Musically, he’s on that epic, rap-Bon Jovi via-keyboards, fonky, stank-ass rattattatta drum-fill post Dirty South arpeggio shit I love, that shit you usually only get to hear Lil Wayne and Baby talk about poppin’ bottles on. To hear Cham spit TRUTH on such musical lushness is a fuckin’ joy. Morning News alone is better than every other rap song you heard this summer (yeah, I Get Money was tough. This is tougher). I know some of you fools might not like his fast flow/dubbed every line style, but that’s YOUR problem.

So, I was at Proms In The park yesterday. It was TERRIFYING. I imagine that’s what Klan rallies are like. Pics and more info tomorrow. Sleep tight kids.

“They wanted them poor niggers out of there and they ain’t had no intention to allow it to be reopened to no poor niggers, you know? And that’s just the bottom line.”
Malik Rahim of Common Ground Relief

Greg Palast visits New Orleans, two years on.

That bird on the left just got asked why she thinks a fifth of Americans can’t find the US on a world map. Just in case you were wondering.

Any of you in Brixton tonightm come on down to Plan B. I’ll be there. Joey Dris-skull will be there. Questions?

Oh, and check this genius. Makes MySpace worthwhile.

Sorry, SOLD OUT

Forsooth! We have right here, just arrived, the first ten Thanks For All The AIDS Ts. Screen printed in blood red on a classic white Fruit Of The Loom T, available on one size - LARGE (yes ladies, you do look your hottest padding about the crib in nothing but a big ass T!). Hand numbered. Fifteen pounds. A classic already. This is the finest thing I have ever produced. This is the pinnacle of my career so far.

This is the inaugural Thanks For All The AIDS T shirt.

Karlwild writes:

Good morning Mr. Don,

PS. Any plans for a gig in Norway anytime soon, cos I’ve moved there and I’m getting a bit tired of hard rock already!!

Cheers for that Karl. I read the one where he installs a NASA toilet in the house once, then forgot about it. Thanks for reintroducing me.

And Norway? Soon as someone asks me, I’m there.