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In the days following Adam Yauch’s passing in May of last year, many of us nostalgia-stricken fans were searching for words to express how deeply saddened we were by not only the loss of Adam but inevitably the Beastie Boys as a whole.  Someone along the way said something to the effect of, “The Beastie Boys were the Internet before there was an Internet.”  Without even having to think about it, any Beastie fan over the age of 30 had to agree with how incredibly accurate that statement was.  Likewise, it’s on the Internet that I’ve spent the last 11 months scrounging up old Beastie Boys clips as part of my own personal grieving process.  Like this one from 1984.  It’s of the early incarnation of the band, where Kate Schellenbach (later of Luscious Jackson) played drums and Mike D sang.  It was recorded for a NYC public access show called The Scott & Gary Show.  Even though this one was uploaded to YouTube way back in 2007, I hadn’t come across it until last week.  I apologize for the late slip, but this Beastie Boys footage needs to be addressed...

First of all, how great are those graphics for Scott & Gary?  Black magic marker on some poster board, with a still camera shot on it—it’s a reminder that public access TV, like punk rock or zines or anything that employed DIY methodology, was something that virtually anyone could do...no matter how shitty the outcome.  Alright, moving on…

“White Shadow” is my goddamn jam!  To those that are unfamiliar, The White Shadow was a television program that ran from the late ’70 to the early ‘80s.  The basic premise was this: a Caucasian former NBA player takes a basketball coaching job at a predominantly African American and Hispanic high school in South Central Los Angeles, where fairly predictable culture clash-y type things ensue.  I was way too young when it originally aired and grew up without TV for a good portion of my youth, so I never got to see that much of it.  But one of my fondest memories from childhood is visiting my uncle’s house and staying up all night, lying on the floor in front of a little 9” black and white TV set, watching reruns of The White Shadow on a UHF channel.   Anyway, this song is obviously about that show and really important stuff like what time and channel it was on and how it eventually got cancelled, which totally bummed the guys out.  To me, this is pretty much the best song ever written.

I love how after the second half of the strangely-interrupted “White Shadow”, Mike D, who is very much in command despite being a horrendous (AKA-awesome) singer, dismissively waives the host off like, “Wait, we got another song…” He then turns to Ad-Rock and says, “Remember to sing.” (Which Ad-Rock does indeed remember to do.) before proclaiming, “This one goes out to our mothers.”  In typical punk rock fashion, “Egg Raid on Mojo” is sloppy, fast and fun.  It ends with Mike D stating, “That was our new Kiss mastermix version.”  It’s unclear whether that’s a shot at the band KISS or the radio station, KISS FM (I think this was recorded on Valentines Day.)  but it matters little to me either way, as I believe rather hasty endings such as this are a key component of live punk shows.  Johnny  Rotten’s famous line from the end of the last ever Sex Pistols show comes to mind: “Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?”

OK, before we leave, let’s take special notice of the sartorial choices going on here.  Kate is wearing a nice V-neck sweater...Ad-Rock is sporting the snap back mesh; a look we will get used to seeing him with, at least until '89...my surprisingly preppy guy, MCA clearly hasn’t discovered the motorcycle jacket yet...but, whoa, wait...let’s talk specifically about Mike D’s green windbreaker for a second.  I know that fashion, like pretty much any fucking thing else, is circular.  That is, "what goes around, comes around."  But I have to wonder; did he time travel forward to the year 1995, visit a Pharcyde video shoot, steal Fatlip’s windbreaker, sew a hood on it, dye it green, and then bring it back to 1984 just to look really awesome while singing hardcore songs about old TV shows and juvenile actions on public access television?  I think want to believe it’s entirely possible…  OK, I know that’s a huge stretch but I just spent 20 minutes of my life Googling “green windbreaker ‘90s rap videos Fatlip time travel” in hopes that I would find some minuscule strand of evidence that would back my theory. I was unsuccessful but I'm not about to just throw that time away.  Let me have this!  Hey, one of the many things the Beastie Boys taught us about life, is that sometimes when you’re committed to an idea you just gotta make it work, even if making it work means admitting that it doesn’t really work at all.  So, uhm, there’s that.  Also, note to self: coin the term “windbreaker hip-hop.” 

Shoutouts to MediaGod for the upload.

February 28th, 2013

As I write this, I am overlooking the Sea of Cortez on the Baja Peninsula from the balcony of my room at a vacation resort outside of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.  I don’t consider myself the typical vacation tourist, yet for the fourth year in a row now, I find myself spending a week in a warm, luminous locale, doing fairly typical vacation tourist things like, well, spending a week at a vacation resort designed specifically for the typical tourist.  It’s nice to get away for a bit to just lay in the sun, imbibing various items and not doing a damn thing that requires any brain power whatsoever. That is, aside from deciding what kind of cocktails and/or tacos I’m going to order from one of the many attentive employees roaming the grounds.  My day goes a little lot like this: I get up whenever I want.  I eat a peanut butter sandwich in my room.  I go for a swim.  I pick a spot to chill on either the beach or near the pool.  I drink a real sugar Coke or a real sugar Pepsi.  I read a bunch of zines from the pile that has stacked up over the last few months.  I eat some tacos.  I drink some cervezas.  I turn on my iPod and pass out under the blazing hot sun, while some classic reggae like Yellow Man & Fathead, Black Uhuru or The Abyssinians flowss from my ear buds deep into my brain.  I go swimming again.  I drink some more cervezas.  I read a book.  I eat some more tacos, or maybe a quesadilla or a burrito.  I drink some cocktails—usually a Miami Vice, which is half strawberry daiquiri and half pinna colada or a Funky Monkey, which is bananas, chocolate sauce, coconut and either vodka or rum (I can’t remember; it makes no difference to me either way because, you know, it’s booze.)—or even more cervezas while sitting in the hot tub, watching the sun go down over the palm trees.  Back at my room, I usually eat various snacks—a Snickers, ice cream, some strangely-flavored Pringles, etc.—while flipping between Spanish HBO and month-old episodes of crappy American TV shows that I’d never watch back home.  Or, sometimes, like right now, I’ll sit and stare at the moonlight glistening off the ocean and think about really important things like how there’s too many rappers.

As the month of February wraps up, there are some notable things that have come out since my last dispatch.  In the New Mixtapes department…

KRNDN – Everything’s  Nothing

KRNDN is how Krondon from Strong Arm Steady spells his name now, because he’s like, a rapper and stuff.  Everything’s Nothing is his first solo outing, and as anyone familiar with SAS would expect, it’s impressive as hell.  It’s hard to put this into words, so I’m not sure this will make sense anyone besides me, but it’s almost as if Krondon accidently created a better piece of art than Kendrick Lamar very purposefully attempted to create with good kid, m.A.A.d city.  Against a backdrop of smoothed-out beats (by Cardo, DJ Dahi, DJ Khalil, and 321) he interweaves autobiographical memoirs and herb-puffed anecdotes; parading the laid-back, sunny vibe of California rider music.  The sound emanating from your speakers will only enhance the hallucinogenic properties of whatever it is you ingested...if that’s your thing or whatever.  Props for the imagery too, which is very much in the vein of DIY zine art.

Realm Reality – In Grind We Trust

Realm Reality is the rap name of Hollywood actor Rick Gonzalez—the puffy-haired kid from films like Old School and Roll Bounce.  I normally wouldn’t even check out an actor-turned-rapper project, except I have a soft spot for this guy because he was in a basketball movie (Coach Carter) and he played Pat Smear in the Germs biopic, What We Do Is Secret.  (Hoops and punk rock, like hip-hop, are things near and dear to my heart.)   He’s the first artist to be signed to Prodigy’s (of Mobb Deep) Infamous label.  In Grind We Trust is his debut tape.  Having grown up in Bushwick, Brooklyn, Realm’s lyricism revolves around the hard-life corner tales and braggadocios rhymes, typical of East Coast street rap.  Surprisingly, he raps really well.  Although most of the high points come as a result of the many guest emcees.  Joell Ortiz drops in on “The Grey”, while Skyzoo lends a verse on the closer “Can’t Fuck With Me.”  The tapes standout track is “Immortal Ventilation,” featuring AG Da Coroner, Termanology and Roc Marciano, who makes everything he touches about ten times better. 

Black Dave – Stay Black

No sooner had I featured a Black Dave skate video in my last column than he dropped his latest tape, Stay Black.  “All I do is rap – All I do is skate,” states the rapper/skater on “Rap & Skate,” the mid-tape track that in the simplest terms possible sums up what Black Dave is all about.  Although he’s a New Yorker, Dave applies a multifarious approach to rap, successfully flexing mic skills in a variety of regional styles—effectively stirring an alluring cocktail of trap, club and boom-bap.  Lyrically, he’s not saying much you haven’t heard before (see: song titles like “Bitch Nigga Why You Fake?” and “Muthafuck My Enemies!”) but that’s exactly what I like about it—it’s fucking rap music, man!  Also, as someone who was briefly known in certain circles as White Nate, I’m partial to people who use their color-based ethnicity as part of their name.  And shoutouts for using Thrasher Magazine-style logo on the cover work.  (I’ve purchased several hardcore 7”s over the years strictly based on the same font.  Party Fowl anyone?)  Do yourself a favor and download this now.

In the Rap Songs You Should Listen To department...

DJ Skizz - Violence (feat. Ill Bill & Lil Fame)

"Violence" is a track featruing Ill Bill and Lil Fame that will appear on DJ Skizz's upcoming album, B.Q.E.  Do you love portentous beats and rappers talking about pistol-whipping other rappers?  If so, you'll like this.

Durag Dynasty - Spiral Event (feat. Evidence)

This is new joint by Durag Dynasty, the group comprised of emcees Planet Asia, Tristate, and Killer Ben.  "Spiral Event", which features Evidence and was produced by Alchemist, will appear on their soon to be released record, 360 Waves.  As someone who thinks of himself as being up on the current shit, I msut admit, I have to inquire: are people still rocking durags?

Joey Bada$$  -Wendy N Becky (feat. Chance the Rapper)

Joey Bada$$ just keeps churning out the tunes.  This one features his Pro Era stablemate Chance the Rapper, and the jazzy production steez of a one Thelonius Martin. This misogynistic tale reminds me, in more ways than one (see: the use of dollar symbols in their names, sexcapades named after two girls, lots of swearing, etc.) of youthful days cruising around Northern Minnesota with my friend Lee V., while Too $hort's "Paula & Janet" blasted from the tape deck of his Ford Tempo. 

And now for your viewing pleasure, in the Rap Vidoes You Should Watch department...

MED, Blu & Madlib - Burgundy Whip

This the video to a track off of the MED, Blu & Madlib collabo EP, The Burgundy.  Lean back and let that Cali vibe get all up in ya. 

CZARFACE (Inspectah Deck and 7L & Esoteric) - Air 'em Out

CZARFACE is collabo between Wu-Tang's Inspectah Deck and underground veteran duo 7L & Esoteric.  This is the first video from their excellent new full-length album Czarface (that I was supposed to have written a review of weeks ago.  Soon, fingers crossed.)  It's on some mad Tarantino shit.

Brood Baby Presents: L.O.T.D. with R.A. the Rugged Man - "Bootleggers"

And finally, take some time to watch veteran underground emcee and hip-hop historian R.A. the Rugged Man talking about the tape bootlegging days in the second episode of Brood Baby's Lesson of the Day web series.  It is of special interest to me because of the old Yo! MTV Raps footage, and that I can clearly remember my brother and I buying bootlegs of Kid 'n' Play's Funhouse and Heavy D & the Boyz' Big Tyme at a flea market in Idaho back in like, 1990.  The sleaves were just a crappy color copy with no liner notes, and of course, the shit didn't play well either...which in retrospect, we were probably better off for.

In the I Need To Get Back to What's Really Important department...

I think an old episode of Glee is starting, and I'm kind of feeling like some Buffalo chicken wing and limon wedge flavored stackable potato chips.  So until next time, Hasta Luego!

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This hip-hop train just keeps on rolling.  And although I would like to think I’m fully on board, it feels more like I’m running beside it, trying to keep up, wondering what will happen if I take the proverbial leap of faith.  Will I catch this locomotive and ride it all way, or will I be left on my hands and knees, huffing and puffing as it roars on into the future without me?  Even if I caught on, it’s likely I’d lose my grip and end up crushed beneath its steamrolling speed and weight.  I am aware that hurling oneself towards a train, whether metaphorical or otherwise, is a bad idea, but here’s the thing: good decisions and I don’t exactly have a great relationship.  For example, if there’s a box of Girl Scout cookies sitting on the break room counter, instead of taking just one, I’ll grab five.  It’s this same tactic that fuels my consumption of rap music.  While the side effects may differ, I would surmise they are equally unhealthy when ingested in large quantities.  One will make you fat; the other will make you an asshole.  Seeing as how this column isn’t called Too Many Cookies, I’ll focus on the latter. 

In the New Mixtapes department…

Casey Veggies – Life Changes

At just 19 years old, Inglewood, CA’s Casey Veggies has already been rapping for five years—originally a founding member of Odd Future, he dipped out to pursue a solo career, citing a difference in creative direction.  While he still maintains a casual acquaintance with his old crew, Life Changes is definitely unlike any material coming out of the OFWGKTA camp. Although, it’s a tape, it’s structured more like a concept album.  The basic premise being, that when you’re 19, poised to (possibly) become really famous, your life, ah, changes—so the title is on point.  Unfortunately there’s nothing really outstanding about it.  I mean, it’s certainly paced well, and Casey is a worthy emcee, but it falls a little flat.  I wouldn’t necessarily call it soft, but it does lack the gut punch of more traditional rap music—perhaps the fault of the beat selection.  It’s more on the lush, vibrant side of things than the bangin’.  But to be fair, like Brother Ali, Skyzoo and to some extent, Kendrick Lamer, Veggies lands just outside my sphere of rap preference.

Gunplay – Cops & Robbers 

“Bet That,” the first song on Gunplay’s new tape Cops & Robbers starts off with the MMG loudmouth boasting, “I just beat a life sentence. Fuck ya!”  This is a guy that is fresh off of house arrest, mind you.  It’s clear Gunplay doesn’t give a fuck.  I mean, come on, dude has a swastika tattoo.  Like with past releases, his approach to tapes falls in line with the traditional template set forth in the days when they actually came on cassette or CD-Rs that you had to buy at the corner store or from the dude in the parking lot of A&J Fish & Chicken—he raps over second hand trap beats, the audio quality is poor, and it’s a collection of songs largely void of a thematic cohesiveness or album continuity.  The guy’s name is Gunplay and this is called Cops & Robbers, so there’s that type of thing going on in every song, but there was likely no real thought to how they are assembled.  It’s raw, ignorant, and completely unapologetic.  And, well, it’s pretty great actually.    

Pusha T – Wrath of Caine

Pusha T is undoubtedly commanding and imposing in his delivery—whether as half of the late great brotherly duo Clipse, or as a solo artist, he makes totally listenable rap songs—but goddamn if he doesn’t talk about the same thing all the time.  When you’re not banging your head to this, you’ll be screaming at your iPod, “We get it dude, you sold cocaine!”  Even when Pusha attempts to go the emo route, as he does several times on Wrath of Caine, he seemingly can only take it as far as the sentiments of a drug dealer.  It’s nice to know he has a conscious though.  This tape doesn’t really drum up much excitement for the upcoming album, which, if I’m not mistaken, is one the primary reasons pre-album mixtapes exist.   That’s not to say it isn’t fairly enjoyable.  I’m just saying that since this tape comes without a price point, it’s unlikely that people will pay for an album that’s probably going to just be more of the same.

SpaceGhostPurrp – B.M.W. EP

The first thing that must be addressed here is the blatantly misleading label, “EP.”  B.M.W.—which stands for Black Man’s Wealth—is 13 songs long.  Now that’s not terrible, considering some tapes can be twice as lengthy, but an EP is seven songs at most.  It’s a little concerning that there’s no one in Black Raider Klan that will pull Purrp aside, and be like, “Hey man, you know what an EP is right?”  SpaceGhostPurrp puts out some stupid-ridiculous gangsta-ass rap music—misogynistic, repetitive and largely meaningless. That is not to say I am unthankful off what he does.  In fact, that’s exactly what I like about his stuff (call it escapism, if you will) but I have to admit, this tape is fairly puerile.  Take this lyric from “Cum & Git Yuh Some” for example: “Finna get your pussy wet, and I know you gonna like it. / I like the way you pop that pussy.”  Uh-huh, okay then.  While his lyricism is laughable, his drugged-out, hypnotic beats are as seductive as ever.  I’ve never popped Molly, smoked an sherm-laced blunt, sipped on syrup, and then fell asleep in a pile of strippers and money (at least not in that order anyway) but I imagine this is what it would sound like.

Underachievers – Indigoism

The Underachievers are the latest duo to spring from New York City’s rap collective, Beast Coast; a crew that also includes Flatbush Zombies, Pro Era, A$AP Mob, and Smoke DZA.  Against a backdrop of beats that range from conventional boom-bap to the trap’d gradations of modern-day tape rap, emcees AK and Issa Dash exasperate wordy lyricism at a rate that is both impressive and slightly overwhelming.  The only drawback being that at times it sounds like they are trying to cram every single rhyme they have into too small of a space.  Audibly, Underachievers are analogous with Flatbush Zombies.  Similarly they go heavy on the sour diesel and psychedelics but they disguise it via well-written, clever similes rather than easily decipherable one-liners.  Whereas Pro Era are reviving classic NYC rap, Underachievers are strangely enough, reinventing classic NYC rap.  Admittedly, Indigoism arrived without prior notice, but it has since held a place at the top of my most-played list of the month.  If you download one tape from this list, make it this one.  Snatch ‘em while they’re free—I can’t imagine their next outing will come without a price tag.

February has seen the release of some great hip-hop visual entertainment as well.  In the Rap Videos You Should Watch department...

Timeless Truth - Leave It Alone

This is a track from Timeless Truth's EP Brugal & Presidentes, which holds a special place in my heart because it came out on cassettte.  (Cop it here.)  That's Roc Marciano on the beat, lending it a very RZA-ish / Ghostdog: Way of the Samurai nuance.

Kid Tsunami - Bang Exclusive (feat. Sean Price)

This Sean Price feature will appear on beatsmith Kid Tsunami's upcoming album, The Chase.  Old heads like myself will love the Yo! MTV Raps tribute.  And look at Sean P with that outfit.  How old is that dude now, 40 somethin'?  Yet he's dressed like a backpack rapper at Scribble Jam in 1999.  But that's one of the best things about hip-hop.  Like punk rockers, rappers don't ever have to grow up.

Flatbush Zombies - MRAZ

You don't have to drop liquid LSD in your orange juice to feel the same effects that Flatbush Zombies do.  With it's vibrant colors (especially in emcee Zombie Juice's absurd sweater) and pulsating edits, watching this video will catch you a contact high strong enough that one minute you'll be solving all of the World's problems with your best friends, and the next, you'll be begging them for a ride to the emergency room.

Black Dave - Banned From B.E.T.: Quartersnacks Re-edit

Black Dave is both an emerging emcee and an amateur skater from New York.  He's released two mixtapes, and has another on the way.  NYC skateboarding blog Quatersnacks recently remixed a bunch of his skate footage, including stuff that was shot for Zoo York.  I gave my brother the Zoo York Mixtape, Vol. 1 skate VHS for his birthday in like, '97 or '98. With its all rap soundtrack, it still remains one of the best skate vids of all time.  This totally reminds me of that.

In the Personal Propaganda department...

Along with my partners in crime, I put out a couple of different print zines.  One of which is a rap, punk and graffiti love affair called The Soda Killers.  It's jam-packed with reviews, columns, photos and all sorts of sub-culture-y stuff.  There are still copies of the first two issues available for free, donation, and/or trade.  Hit me up if you're interested.

Well, that's all for now.  In the time it took to read this, approximately one million mixtapes were released.  My work is never done.  Too many rappers!

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Well, here we are, a whole month into the New Year, and as usual January was spent catching up on all the music I slept on last year.  Normally the first part of the year is slow when it comes to new stuff, but hip-hop, with its ever-increasing abundance of releases, is not like other forms of music.  Long gone are the days of a rapper releasing an album every other year, or at the most, once a year—nowadays, it’s not uncommon for an artist to drop multiple mixtapes, a collaboration (or two,) and a lengthy retail album, all within the span of 12 months.  Keeping up with it takes a little more than just an unrelenting love of the art form; it takes ridiculous, stupefied, dare I say ill-advised dedication.  And even then it’s impossible to catch it all.  The simple fact...and I don't have any problem calling this a fact...is that there are just too many rappers.  Being a lifelong fan of rappers, and a weirdo completionist to boot, this little fact really frustrates the shit out of me.  But still, I plow ahead, doing my best to rack up as much of it as I can. 

While the primary purpose of this column will be to shed some light on mixtapes and other notable releases that fall outside the realm of typical full-length albums, admittedly it's also going to be a way for me to keep track of all the rediculous rap music I mess with throughout the year.  So from time to time I may also address some key singles, videos and other hip-hop odds ‘n’ ends that are worth a mention.   Full-length hip-hop album reviews will continue to be posted in our reviews section alongside all the numerous other musical avenues that we here at Scene Point Blank cover. 

Even though I was able to narrow down a list of 20 for our year-end feature, there are still a number of good tapes that didn’t make the list, simply because I could not find the time to listen to them and/or they were released right at the end of the year.  In the Late Slip department…

Meyhem Lauren – Mandatory Brunch Meetings

In December, only a few months after dropping the Respect the Fly Shit mixtape, Meyhem Lauren released another stellar free download, the awesomely-titled Mandatory Brunch Meetings.  Meyhem, alongside Action Bronson, Roc Marciano and Joey Bada$$ has positioned himself at the epicenter of the current NYC boom-bap revival.  His rhymes are filled with advisory street stories and complimented by an apropos selection of beats.  Up ‘n’ comers Tommy Mas, Harry Fraud and Mike Finito contributed tracks, as did veteran Alchemist, but the majority of the production was handled by ATG.  The J-Love-laced “Beautiful Areolas” is one of the tape's strangest songs.  Meyhem gives his misogynistic tale an oddly-sweet spin thanks in part to his tender-voiced hook, “She had beautiful areolas.”  

Pro Era – PEEP: the aPROcalypse

Although this is a posse outing, it’s also more or less the third Joey Bada$$ tape, following 1999 and Rejex, of 2012.  Unfortunately Capital Steez, who was poised to be the Earl to Joey’s Tyler, passed away just three days after the release of PEEP at the tender age of 19.  So not only is this the last we will hear of Steez, it’s also the first time, aside from a posse cut on 1999, that we get a really good look at what Pro Era is capable of as a crew. Chuck Strangers, Cj Fly, Kirk Knight, A La Soul, Dessy Hinds, Dirty Sanchez, Deymond Lewis, Nyck Caution, Kwon, and Rokamouth aren’t so much paying homage to Golden Era NYC boom-bap, as they are completely aping it.  The results are phenominal.  Espceially considering these kids were toddlers when Biggie, Wu-Tang and Nas were the in their prime. While Joey shines brightest, the aPROcalypse proves that he’s not Pro Era’s only star.  

Raider Klan – Black Money World Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

In response to his rival A$AP Rocky releasing the A$AP Mob crew tape, Lord$ Never Worry, SpaceGhostPurrp amassed a gigantic collection of songs culled from Black Raider Klan’s back catalogue and put it out as Black Money World Greatest Hits, Vol. 1.  Not sure how Mike Ness feels about them appropriating Social Distortion’s signature skeleton character for the cover, but it’s not the first time rappers have blatantly borrowed imagery from punk rock.  The Misfits logo comes to mind.  Anyway, it goes without saying that at 47 goddamn songs this tape is way too freaking long.  You’d lose a year of your life listening to this thing in its entirety.  But if you break it up into four different sections, it’s a great representation of SPG’s prowess as a producer—Southern-leaning, ‘90s style gangsta-ass shit—and an excellent starting point for anyone not familiar with the man or, ah, the klan.

Smoke DZA – K.O.N.Y.

While 2012 saw Harlem’s Smoke DZA release a full-length album, Rugby Thompson, and an excellent EP, Cuz I Felt Like It, arguably his best work came at the end of the year with the K.O.N.Y. tape.  With a bevy of guests in tow—A$AP Twelvy, Ab-soul, Big K.R.I.T., and Fat Trel among them—the Kush God rhymes over beats from the likes of Harry Fraud, Lee Bannon and Ski Beatz.  The tape’s standout track is the Joey Bada$$ feature “Gotham Fuckin’ City”, which also happens to be laced with a previously-unreleased J.Dilla beat.

On top of all the stuff that arrived late last year, there is also an equal amount of material that dropped in the first weeks of the New Year.  Most of which, I have not yet fully processed.  In the New Stuff I'm Still Mulling Over department…

I’m not totally sold on Casey Veggies’ Life Changes, Gunplay’s Cops & Robbers, or Pusha T’s Wrath of Caine just yet. And I haven’t even gotten to listen to SpaceGhostPurrp’s B.M.W. EP either…but I can tell you by looking at it, that at 11 songs, it’s not a fucking EP!  Rappers, I tell ya.  I am however, pleasantly surprised by and completely feeling the Underachievers’ Indigoism.  I will tackle all of these next time around.

In the meantime here are some songs you should listen to…

Quelle Chris – “Rappin’ Ass” 

This is the Detroit emcee's new track from Mello Music Group’s 7” series.  It features Denmark Vessey and was produced by House Shoes.  “Rappin’-ass (rappers) always tryna rap.”  Yeah, aint that the truth.   Too many of 'em too, if you ask me.

Joey Bada$$ & DJ Premier – “Unorthodox”

Joey Bada$$ teams up with DJ Premier for this single on Mountain Dew’s Green Label Sound.  The ironic thing here is there is nothing unorthodox about this East Coast pairing whatsoever.  And that’s also what makes it so awesome.

Karriem Riggins – “Matador Posse Cut”

This is from Karriem Riggins’ Stones Throw album Alone Together.  It features new verses by Krondon, Homeboy Sandman, Guilty Simpson and Jonwayne; and cuts by J Rocc.  Like most things Krondon or Guilty Simpson are on, it's quite exceptional.

Gensu Dean & Planet Asia – “Faces on the Dollar”

This is a track from beatsmith Gensu Dean and emcee Planet Asia’s upcoming collaborative album. Abrasions will come out on Mello Music Group later this year.  MMG has a knack for pairing the right producers and emcees up with favorable results (see: Apollo Brown & OC - Trophies and Guilty Simpson & Apollo Brown - Dice Game) and judging by this, Gensu & Asia looks to be no different.

In the Other Stuff department....

Check out Luke Sick's Bay Area zine, Let's Side.  It's two issues deep, with a third on the way.  Aside from the hip-hop stuff, there's also articles on black metal and Mexican horse thieves, as well as graffiti flicks.  It's done in the classic scissors /glue stick / Xerox style, and only costs $2.  Order yours here.

Well that's it for now.  Look for a full-length review of Inspectah Deck and 7L & Esoteric's collabo album, Czarface coming soon.  As well, I may attack Oh No's Disrupted Ads, but don't hold your breath.  I mean, come on, there's just too many rappers.

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The tiny Black Heart in Camden holds court to an evening of droned out sludge, traditional heavy doom, and more English black metal than you can shake a stick at tonight. Despite the snow and ice and downright awful weather, the turn out is solid and the promise of a little something special from Winterfylleth is enough to drag even the most anti-people person out on a cold and miserable evening. At least, that's the reason Scene Point Blank made it out!

First up, are Bast who go on pretty early, but still draw a decent crowd for their mighty sludge-driven atmospheres. Blackened coils of doom wrap around their mesmerising and filthy drawls of guitar which move and shift towards the occasional hint of beauty before forgoing all that nonsense for effortlessly deep and crunching rhythms of might. The trio are tight and even a couple of technical issues (their fancy projections are occasionally interrupted by an Acer screensaver, kinda funny) aren't enough to throw them off their pace. Bast are certainly a band to keep your eyes and indeed, ears on.

Witchsorrow take to the small stage next and fill the venue with darkness and heat, their take on doom rolling through occultic and ritualistic vibrations via cavernous depths and expansive melodies. Hypnotising structures of gloom meander throughout the enraptured audience and whilst Witchsorrow aren't exactly breaking any rules here, their precision and passion is evident throughout and their performance is delightfully majestic.

Winterfylleth arrive on stage to the instrumental strains of "Æfterield-Fréon," taken from their incredible latest record, The Threnody of Triumph. Winterfylleth never fail to impress on the live stage and this last year has seen them progress from tiny little pubs, playing to three people and a bunch of uninterested locals, to major festivals whilst never forgetting the fans who have supported them from the very beginning. Tonight is full of promise, new material and old material alike was touted, along with a couple of tracks that the band hadn't yet played live and damn, Winterfylleth deliver.

From The Threnody of Triumph, "Void of Light," "A Soul Unbound" and the monumental "The Swart Raven" breathe with a mythical energy, and older tracks such as "The Ghost of Heritage" and the always triumphant "Defending the Realm" show that Winterfylleth have consistently and constantly moved forward whilst staying true to their roots. They play with urgency and a clear and obvious pride in themselves and their creations, and the audience are at their mercy at any given second. It's wonderful to experience and if the looks on Winterfylleth's collective faces are anything to go by....they feel exactly the same. The band close on the magnificent "Mom Tor (The Shivering Mountain)" during which glasses are raised, fists are flung and shouts of complete joy are thrown at band and crowd alike. Extraordinary.