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Ken Ring – Bounca Bitch (DJ Large Remix) (mp3)
Ken Ring – Trailer 2009 (youtube)
Ken Ring – Stockholm City (youtube)
Ken Ring – Håll Om Dom (youtube)
Om man inte har nytt material, så kan man åtminstone gå tillbaks och dammsuga fildelarnätverken efter obskyra spår. Här finns tidiga, knasiga experiment, halvsläppta låtar och lösa samarbeten. Man blir påmind att behållningen med Sedlighetsroteln inte var Looptroops och Timbuktus skitduktiga skitnödighet, men exempelvis PstQ på Hallå:
“Jag låter det vara osagt vem som har lama texter,
har pyjamasfester, och vems brud som har adamsäpple.
Ni apar efter oss, men åt helvete med era stilbyten,
jag får lämna varje inspelning med tre jävla bilbyten.”
Även om det är ojämnt, bevisas det flera gånger att PstQ kan mer än att skriva krångligt, roligt, otrevligt.
Obnoxiuz – Medan Jag Sov feat. Pst/q:
“Jag kan inte skilja mellan verklighet och mardröm
Det som om världen trampar vatten i en malström
Jag kanske vrider mig i sängen, svettas kvicksilver
Eller sitter blickstilla i TV-flimrets krigsbilder
Tillhör det drömmen, febern, mina jämna plågor?
Filmen i mitt huvud är på temat hämnd och hem i lågor
Dårar till män som patrullerar sitt stängsel
Vid minsta misstanke statueras exempel
Och väljer dom att fängsla nån, finns det alltid svenskar som
Saknar ryggrad och låter Pentagon hämta dom
Eller har jag drömt det också? Vänta nu
Är det terrorister eller frihetskämpar vi bekämpar nu?
Jag har en dröm jag kallar flygkaparn och skyskrapan
Monstren under sängen, fanatikern och sydstatarn
Och fy satan vad den skakar mig i själens djup
Jag trodde jag var vaken så när fan tar den jäveln slut?“
cocaineblunts gives us an amen break-based Atlanta rap-track from 1989… predating jungle with a couple of years…
The institution called Soul Assasins, Psycho Realm, the exteded Cypress Hill family, is still here.
Nice beat. B-Real is almost better than he was in the past.
And Sick Jacken made one of the best songs of 2007, obviously not giving a shit about current trends in hiphop (which is refreshing).
“Im contemplatin
My soul is in a custody fight with god or satan
Either rap or crack I go hard for paper
Niggas aint even as smart as Deja
And think they rockin me to sleep or poppin me with heat
I don’t even take you serious I think you envious
I feel it I was born to deal bricks
And come through the hood in I’ll whips
The Realness
Who you think you deal with I don’t fear shit nigga
Fuck around and get hit up
Your blood stained the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
Your moms seen the coffin and fainted
You’re swimming with the sharks and the water is tainted
If you feel it in your heart bring it
My infrared beam is on your head
My desert eagle severs people when I squeeze it“
Pstq lyckades spela in väldigt kreativa och egna låtar utan att det lät krystat. Han skapade alltså sin egen stil, vilket långt ifrån alla rappare tycks se som intressant numera.
… it’s just that mainstream or big underground New York acts aren’t dominating the scene like they did in the eighties and nineties. And full lenghts from Raekwon, Saigon and Cormega doesn’t seem to be happening right at this moment.
Right at this moment, you need to check for rap music that makes you listen on repeat in other places.
BLVD ST is a good place to start, ’cause it’s all about southern hiphop, new and classic. If you, like me, until quite recently only knew about the biggest Southern names like Geto Boys, Outkast, Goodie Mod, it’s a mine of gold. If you don’t know about rappers like 6 Two, or K-Rino, or Attitude, or Marcus – get familiar.
Two songs that are on repeat these days:
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This talk with Pimp C here… one of the best interviews I have ever read.
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If you can take the language barrier: Brazilian rap.
Go find something with Rappin Hood, Sabotagem, MV Bill, or the mighty Racionais MC’s.
More has to be written about this at a later date.
Warren G introduces his second CD, Take A Look Over Your Shoulder, in traditional Clintonian fashion, taking over the controls of the Mothership and announcing the familiar destination of Chocolate City… loosen your seat belts and keep your flashlights at hand and your ears to the stereo, we’re in for a funky landing.
This is beyond P-Funk, though…
It would take over a decade… from the decline of the George Clinton dynasty’s mighty reign, with Computer Games as the very fitting finishing piece (passing the torch to electro warriors Afrika Bambaataa, through Planet Rock, and Egyptian Lover, through Uncle Jam’s Army)… throughout the eighties, when Prince and Rick James did a good job at administrating the kingdom stipulated by Brown, Sly and Clinton, but without anything ever coming out of their studios that was revolutionary enough to demand another letter before the Funk… we would have to wait all the way until 1992, when Dre dropped The Chronic… until 1993, when Snoop Doggy Dogg introduced us to the G-Funk era… and until 1994, the year that saw the release of Regulate…G Funk Era, and with that record, the instant success of a young artist representing G-Funk in its purest form.
The public consensus that The Chronic and Doggystyle are the only good records coming out of the mighty G-Funk movement needs revision. Regulate…G Funk Era was way bigger than the monster hit that overshadowed it. We get polished arrangements, thick, rubbery bass lines, and hard but laidback, understated raps throughout the album (and a guest spot by Lil Malik, Snoop’s little cousin (which I guess would make it Warren G’s cousin too, perhaps brother… these rappers all seem to be related in one way or other) known from Pump Pump) – just like the second album, Take A Look Over Your Shoulder (even though it is a small thing calling the debut superior).
Dr Dre is usually viewed as G-funk’s chief architect, with The Chronic as the city hall, but the work laid down by Warren G ought not to be disregarded. He purified the style, and gave us some of its most memorable moments, with I Want It All probably being the smoothest shit ever.
Just like the single Regulate overshadowed the album, Nate Dogg’s solo output has been overshadowed by how hard his freelance hooks have been hitting. His talent is meant for more, as evident by classic solo cuts such as Me & My Homies, Concrete Streets, I Got Love, and I Pledge Allegiance.
Having suffered two strokes, he is now in critical condition, unable to breath by himself. Let us pray for his recovery, and a soon return to music, recording more classic material for us to play in the car.
Well, a song that sends chills up your spine like Dead Man Walking 2, Right Up My Alley, or perhaps I Just Wanna Die… been a while since I heard one of those.
(from Unkut.com)
These are words that we have been waiting for:
“‘Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for more overt action‘
Hopefully Cocaine Blunts will continue to be the weblog where the love of music shine bright amidst this journalistic kulturskymning, and more than a little attention is put to research and technique.