“I don’t give a fuck if you 25, you my son nigga.”
Oh shit. Rae and Ghost are back. This is some new ish from OB4CL2. I think it is great. Rhymes are spat. Pictures are painted. Some lush, subtle vocal production going on.
PLUS! This is so totally Ghost’s most porno verse since Wildflower or some shit.
We are taking it back! And by we I mean me! I am taking it back!
Yes, in honour of the mighty Back In The Day remix (cheers Adam Walton at Radio Wales, Jon Hillcock at XFM and Rob Da Bank at Radio 1for the spins!), this week’s show is comprised exclusively of OLD SKOOL FRESHNESS. It was also done live, which was an interesting experiment, and one I intend to keep up. Oh, and we’ve got Wade on the phone, just back from Tokyo, with tales to tell regarding Simon Le Bon’s Tongue!
It’s funny being a top notch music producer. For the past thirty minutes or so 16 bars of a song that basically involves some kicks, some snares, and some bass have been thuddering, snapping, and wibbling between a pair of excellent, individually powered KRK Systems monitors (which is what we top notch music producers call speakers) that sit on either side of my desk, trapping my face in a rainbow of dense repetitive noise.Envyis sat on the sofa wittering rhythmically to herself.
Envy writes pretty damn quick, actually. She’s quicker than most rappers I’ve seen. She’s better than most rappers too. Envy will shit on pretty much any emcee you throw at her. Envy drinks laxative. The world is her toilet.
Actually, no word of a lie, she just looked up from her pad with some trumph, and said, “there, finished.” She followed that with, “can I use your toilet?”
John Karborn was in my toilet for 23 minutes this morning. I haven’t dared go in since.
What was Little Wayne’s latest “I Am The Shit” metaphor? Something about leaving skid marks on every sofa he sits on. I think that’s more likely to be a literal thing, actually. Ask Ghostface, a ton of coke will make you shit yourself.
Magnum P.I and Littles were round yesterday to lace barage for the Click Clack Blam remix. Pix took some sneaky footage. I thought he was looking at photos you know. Sneak Pix!
Tego just sent me some newMarvinstuff, just as I happened to be reflecting on how Boyspot is probably the best thing dude’s ever done and is one of my favorite songs of the year, easy. The new stuff is dope too. It’s Lillicia Libertine’s remix of the forthcoming single That One Time, Marvin’s Grange Hill styled school daze banger. I’d not heard of Ms Libertine before, but it turns out she’s a Nottingham based purveyor of the sort of Benny Bennassi-esque electronic heafdfuckery we were rinsing on Stunners 130. Wade’s gonna love this shit.
Stream: Marvin - That One Time (Lilicia Libertine Remix)
Still in the club, N*E*R*D are back, seemingly without that ugly rap guy they had now Skeetboard P’s officially on the Em Eye See. Their new single’s about cokehead females, so, fittingly, they’ve gone and gotten white-woman-fetishist Kanye West, former slanger Lupe Fiasco and cocaine obsessive Pusha T on the remix.
Pusha T kicks the geek squad’s ass, in rap terms. But Kanye’s verse is just menacing. The song in general is just horrible. You remember how creepy that Drunk And Hot Girls joint off Kanye’s last LP was? Well take that creepy quotient and run it through a big mess of rapey-menace, and you are midway to getting the vibe this frankly horrid song is on. Not saying its bad, by the way. Cos it’s not. But it sure aint nice, Bubba.
Stream: N*E*R*D - Everyone Nose (Rmx) ft CRT & Pusha T
Forsooth! We have, exclusively, footage of Son Of King Rebel’s debut live thang, in Brixton last week. Footage, and photos, courtesy of Pizza Girl Productions.
See, when Drought 3 dropped, I was worried. There was that Godawful version of Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy dude caterwauled all over, remember? “Damn Wayne,” I thought. “You cannot sing. Never sing again!”
All little fella seems to do these days is sing. Badly. Dropped in, Autotuned out. The two most recent Carter 3 leaks follow the pattern.
Got Money (great title kid!) featured King Autotune T Pain, and finds Wayne warbling lazily about being in a club. Wayne has the audacity to squawk all over T Pain’s last chorus like a drunk girl at a Spice Girls gig. I am embarrassed for everybody involved.
Me And My Drank is six or seven minutes of rotten, stoned moidery on the subject of cough medicine, made bearable by the beat and chopped and screwed hook. Wayne’s problem is summed up very well by Wayne himself at the end:
“I’m in the lab no pad no pen just a styrofoam cup I can pour four in.”
YO! RAPPERS! PUT DOWN THE DRUGS! PICK UP THE PEN! ENGAGE THE BRAIN! WRITE ON THE PAD! IT IS YOUR ONLY HOPE!
Shout out Karl Wild for sending me the Illuminatus!trilogy. I’ve been reading that this weekend in the park, it is thusfar awesome!