Lots to like about this mash. Vocals from Murs “Can It Be” (which had a great MJ sample in the original) over BSBD’s “Days are Years” which, if you havent heard them, I’d describe as the hip-hop flavored version of Explosions in the Sky.* Apparently EvanAwake has done an entire mashup album similar to this, which I will most likely download immediately.
*and if you havent heard them, thencot damn you are missing out. basically if they are playing in the background, they can make the most trivial & mundane moments in your life feel cinematic.
Dam Funk always kind of annoyed me b/c he was a) associated with peanut butter wolf and b) always coming up on search results when I was actually looking for the supremely-talented Damu the Fudgemunk. These guys don’t “normally” play together and are accomplished on their own right. But simply put, this is very chill and very funky, and I’m glad I came across it (and also glad as it reminds me of Clyde Frazier and one of his many famous lines following a thunderous New York Knickerbocker dunk: “Wilson Chandler the MASTER BLASTER with his ubiquitous presence electrifying the garden faithful slicing through the Bull’s matador D”).
Check out the following for a taste from the Dam Funk/Computer Love’s EP from All City’s L.A. Series Volume 7. Dam Funk and Computer Jay trade instrumentals in this 5 song EP. I personally prefer the Computer Love tracks, as they are similarly synth-funky, but a bit more hip-hop driven vs. Dam Funk’s sister tracks
“Beats, Rhymes & Life: The Travels of A Tribe Called Quest is premiering at The Sundance Film Festival this weekend. Peanut Butter Wolf is the music supervisor of the film, Madlib has created original music for the score. The film is directed by Michael Rapaport.”
I am:
97% psyched that this exists.
1% disappointed by PBW (?) being the music supervisor. You’re not J. Dilla buddy. Stop trying.
1% redeemed that PBW is only the music supervisor and Madlib is actually creating the score.
1% weirded out in a way that Michael Rapaport did this. Though anybody involved in True Romance pretty much has a lifetime pass.
^ Jeff & AM (what i wouldve given to have seen them together!?!)
Birds are dropping out of the sky, your meth dealer got arrested cause he bought too much Sudafed at the pharmacy, and all everyone keeps talking about is weezy, drake, and some guy named Afrojack. Who the fuck is Afrojack?
At least you have your uglyface mix.
Old school hip-hop with a touch of funk and soul sprinkled in.
Blu’s got a swag, in a David Ruffin kind of way, not a jigga kind of way – and Exile is the one who brings it out of him. This is where Blu belongs, not over a Fly Lo track (s0rry). Enjoy this.
“…(T)hat would simply lump him in with the mass of washed-up rappers trying to capture a glory New York had 16 years ago.” – evypoo, 12/7/10
1994. New York City. Arguably the epicenter of the hip-hop world at the height of it’s golden age. Ready to Die. Flava in Ya Ear. Illmatic. Enter the 36 Chambers. That’s what E was referring to above when writing about the Roc Marciano album. Isn’t it the sound that we, as east-coast hip hop fanatics, harp for? Isn’t it the ish we put on when we’re tired of hearing the recycled sound we’ve heard for the past decade? But we have to learn to accept that 1994 ended on 12/31/94 and there are only a finite number of records from that time.
Or are there?
What if there were some legendary producer from the era who happened to have a whole crate of unused beats on DAT and floppy disks in his basement from 1994-95?
Enter Buckwild, legendary producer. B.I.G. O.C. Big L. Kool G Rap. DITC. Gritty and raw classics (and don’t forget this!), who just so happened to have an extensive smorgasbord of unreleased and unheard material from that era.
Make no mistake – these are not your typical B-side/i’m-just-releasing-these-because-i-have-contract-obligations beats. They are certified bangers. Celph Titled, who I was not really familiar with prior to this release (he has worked with the Demigodz and Army of the Pharoahs with Vinnie Paz – both of who make guest appearances) – really surprises me as he holds the album down nicely and proves himself worthy of such a great collection of golden-era material. Several 90’s-era guest MCs (even funk flex) make their mark as well on the album (“Swashbuckling” even changes up the beat for each MC… brilliant). Everything about the album (as shown by the obvious title) is a tribute to the 90s – production, flow, concept, etc. It’s not a classic, but short of finding some unreleased Ghost/BIG collab in a basement somewhere in Long Island City, this album is a time machine on wax.
This is not the first time this concept of resurrecting the past has occured. This isn’t some elaborate hoax though. This time? It’s legit. 2010 Top 10 for sure. (*pops in T.R.O.Y. cassette tape and watches 1994 Eastern Conference Finals game 7 on VHS)
I first heard of the existence of Das Racist from a stupid kid with retarded hair. He claimed he was friendly with this duo out in Brooklyn who supposedly performed crazy-hype shows and hoped to get a demo going to get some buzz going for himself. That day I was meeting to exchange ideas about him rapping over some beats that I had done. In the end it turned out that he was a terrible rapper, but that’s not the point of the story. In a way I’m glad I met this dude because I found out about DR. Recently, I was reminded about this ’10 first quarter release (they have since released another mixtape – Sit Down, Man) when reading New York Magazine’s Top 10 for the year and wondering how the hell they made this list. Then I thought shiiiiiit I’ll write about it and let you decide.
Dad Racist is possibly one of the most polarizing group of the past few years, and almost certainly of the last one. If you’re not familiar, Himanshu Suri and Victor Vazquez met at Wesleyan (of MGMT fame); their first single, which appears on this mixtape is “Combination Pizza Hut & Taco Bell.” It is accurate to describe this record as the apex of the debate on DR being purely a gimmick or hipster genius. Yeah that’s right. Hipsters have started rapping.
I’m at the pizza hut.
I’m at the taco bell.
I’m at the combination pizza hut and taco bell.
(repeat x 30)
That’s the song. The whole song. Listen to it below. Satire of corporate brainwashing? Weed smoke-infused crap? Corporate brainwashing leading to weed smoke-infused crap? You decide.
DR are known for infusing smart, politically/culturally/historically poignant references into their raps (like what the fuck else would you expect from a latin dude and a middle eastern dude from Wesleyan?) – but at times (more often then not), the lyrics seem forced rather than well-thought out. Consequently the entire mixtape feels like a long freestyle (which makes it more impressive?). For instance:
Rap hella much in a busted ass Jetta with Coretta Scott King Rap bridge on a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking
Yeah. So did they not want to miss conveying somehow that their rap style reminds of the astrophysicist Stephen Hawking? Was it just convenient to rhyme his name with King (which it doesnt)? Are these just crazy hipsters who are trying to confuse you under the guise of being smart? Is this revolutionary somehow?
Maybe I’m looking into too much – it is a mixtape after all (which usually excuses artists from lo-fi, or muddled, or theme-less compilations). I can neither slam nor praise this mixtape. A lot of it honestly does sound like complete shit. You will want to punch babies after hearing some of these joints (see: “I Don’t Owe Nobody Shit” and “I Don’t Want to Deal with Those Monsters”). There are several tracks which are just plain unlisten-able, whether it be because of terrible beats or confusing/off-beat flow (but not in a good, DOOM, kind of way). One track is plainly over a madvillian beat (“Deep Ass Shit” uses the same beat as “America’s Most Blunted”) – I dont know if this is just a straight jackin for beats type thing or some sort of tribute. Even watching a trainwreck gets old – what I mean is – how does a group like this stand over time? When do you forget about Das Racist? When do these guys morph from ground-breaking to just “those dudes” from your freshman year dorm who freestyle when they got drunk? In theory this group sounds fresh: hi-IQ topics (if you feel that running to wikipedia after a rap song is a good thing), tribute referencing to rap pioneers, some good production (i liked the billy joel-looped track “You Oughta Know” and the use of (I think) a sped up Eddie Holman’s “It’s Over” sample in the song “Nutmeg”), and a weed-friendly environment.
So what do I give the most polarizing group of the year on their efforts? 5/10 of course, right in the middle. Listen below and decide for yourself! Check out dasracist.net and download the full mixtape for $0.50.
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