About a year ago, Hoodie Allen sent us his reassuring, “You Are Not A Robot.” At the time, it was the lead single from this Long Island upstart’s once-upcoming album Pep Rally. Despite the song having singalong tendencies and featuring an MC eager to rock a properly-cut Marina & The Diamonds sample, the post never got written. Read the rest of this entry »

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Before you splash the cash on Talib Kweli Greene’s new album next Tuesday, he and Myspace want you to get the full experience via your desktop to prove to you he has quality to earn your support. Featuring a colorful arrangement of musicians who bring put the grit in the art, see for yourself how the LP got its name and what he plans to bring to the game as the year’s first V.I.P. release. Read the rest of this entry »

The road to a song’s creation is one of my favorite things to witness in music production. So it’s no surprise that Kidz In The Hall’s first Brain Candy flick caught my attention. In it, Double-0 wipes some dust off this Little Anthony and The Imperials’ “Hold On To Someone” sample for “So Amzin’” and throws in some panache via the MIDI controller and the Yamaha keyboard. Read the rest of this entry »

“Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name, finger f*cked the game…”

If there is ever a bad time to listen to listen to UGK, I pray I never experience such. Read the rest of this entry »

Bob, Peter and Bunny’s music can change the complexion of even the most hectic day, smoothing out any rough edges. Read the rest of this entry »

Bottoms up, cheers and all that good hubbub. The Niceguys are ringing in the new year, still promoting their last endeavor, The Show with renewed focus and zestful energy. Since you last heard from them, they’ve been down in Houston, headlining the House of Blues, kickin’ it with Bun B and preparing yet another freebie for y’all freeloaders to get your grubby little paws all over. Read the rest of this entry »

As dudes, there’s always been an allure to shack up with some foreign femme fatale, whose irresistible nature lies not only in her oblique, overseas demeanor, but the clairvoyant language barrier between participating parties. The two of you don’t understand a single word one another is saying, yet you don’t need to, because desire has overtaken logic. Since that high-speed train of thought is merely a spank-bank-entry for many of us poor schmucks, the same intriguing and blindly-led susceptibility can be applied to French fornication-making-outfit Yelle’s “Ce Jeu.”

A few years old and still fresher than your New Year’s Eve outfit, this audible packet of fruit snacks will literally mean absolutely nothing to most of you. But, because the Madonna-circa-1985-style-beat is quite possibly the most delectable little piece of foreign pop you’ve ever heard, finding the interpretation should be low on your personal priority list.

Putting away the computer and getting down around your living room, however, may become an increasingly intriguing option.

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Yelle – “Ce Jeu”

In his essay The Talented Tenth, W.E.B. DuBois reasoned that one in ten black men would rise to be leaders in the world & that in turn more classical education would be needed to help them reach their potential. Raleigh, NC duo Actual Proof, Sundown & Enigma, are striving to carry on that line of thinking after fittingly meeting at 9th Wonder’s Hip-Hop In Context course at N.C. Central University. Read the rest of this entry »

Ahhhh, Hip-Hop’s eternal battle cry: “Money Over Bitches” better known by its acronym “M.O.B.” Other meanings resonate from the letters, but that is usually the most accepted one. Yukmouth appropriately followed up last year’s Free At Last with The Tonite Show – Thuggin’ & Mobbin’. One of the tracks that jumped out and smacked me across the face was Yuk’s meeting of the minds with J-Hood and Freddie Gibbs. Read the rest of this entry »

As you already know, the definition of the mixtape is constantly changing, but Frank The Butcher and Statik Selektah have a classic exhibition lined up that will throw you back to the days of overdubs, Scotch tape and original freestyles for their Concepts: Selektions. Read the rest of this entry »

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Consequence thinks the New “Jersey” Jets are going to the Super Bowl. Although their victory against the Patriots was unforeseen and highly commendable, a dubya against the Black & Yellow (repeat 18x to fade) doesn’t seem too likely. Still, you gotta root, root, root for the home team or look like a sellout so its “JETS! JETS! JETS! JETS!” from here on out. Read the rest of this entry »

Outasight makes summer look so overrated. The chilly euphoria of his latest offering is much too ripe with barrenness and lovely slices of arranged harmony to be played while basking in the sunny rays of the middle months. So, it was only inevitable that a visual which captured the essence of New York’s arctic climate was shot, seeing that director Joey Angerone’s camera lens was up for the challenge. Read the rest of this entry »

Sushi. Extremely rare. Bloody, chafed and/or unprotected. Mic Da Terrible wants in the dirtiest, most au natural way possible. Even with rhymes skills still very much operable, he’s out to get “psychooooo killaaaaa, Norman Bates!” on the pum pum and no mere mortal or latex baggie can stand in his way. Read the rest of this entry »