30.10.05

oooh twisted transistor



the new korn vid, in which the band are portrayed and sent up by lil jon, snoop, dbanner and xzibit in spectacularly played out spoofumentary fashion. inadvertantly reminds me of channel 5's race swap, where (prepare to spit out ur delicious mouthful of butternut squash) samantha fox was made up to look like an elderly indian lady. i only saw the end, but she managed to fool pat sharp (!!?? FUNHOUSE MOTHERFUCKER) with her offensively cartoonish accent and hunchbacked posture (you know cos old indian ladies are always hunched over the kitchen worktop grinding some spice paste?). good one guys!?!

anyway "twisted transistor" itself is aight but fucking hell nu metal dudes and megastar rappers - take yourselves serious for five minutes! (cos these are some serious times!!!)

(i am still feeling this.)

26.10.05

hello footer fans!



them three on westwood. funny. anton sings. marlon known as black homer simpson. nigel the sensible one. westwood snarky. don't download if you are anyone.

(NEW SPIZZONGS IS UP)

22.10.05

sassy weekend soca music



destra - independent ladies

BCOS WHY WOULD U POSSIBLY WANT TO LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE.

21.10.05

SEAN PAUL AND SHAGGY



so as per some interview i read, sean paul went and did some stuff with the neptunes and must have been as monumentally depressed as we all were when we heard "can i have it like that", dear god! (lil missy likes it tho.) i feel for him cos we can all switch off the neps but sp's label was probably saying, sean your whole international fanbase is relying on you to create something hot from the looped n*e*r*d outtakes skateboard wee just handed you! ugh! so sp says, oh fuck this i repped for jamaica at olympic water ping pong, i can do the same for my album!

which amounts to the trinity being like... oh hello kopa riddim, nice to see you again but i don't wanna get dangerous anymore; hello "ever blazin" from 2 and a half years ago, you belong to a different lifetime and now you're back on the 1xtra playlist (fuck daytime 1xtra at the moment); hello siren riddim and your weeee woooo ironside shit, you're wasting my time! a lot of these songs have worn me out.

fair enough it might be hot for people who don't check dancehall radio and so on but to talk up this album of mostly tried and tested local hits (as sp himself has done!) as brave? what a load of balls. you can say, hey guy this is just ragga album convention! but the difference between the trinity and tok's album is the MASSIVE MEGASTAR BUDGET and inherent pop context which allows sp to discard neptunes beats in the first place! if u have that kind of cash and status it is almost your duty to work with shania and mutt lange in a bizarre one-drop/country-pop crossover misstep aaand believe you are saving the world by doing so! cos if not sp then who? and why not have your sound reflect the oddness of crossing over into megastardom anyway?

this perhaps applies to anyone stepping out from their localized genre but look at shaggy's recent clothesdrop. (clothesdrop, indeed!) it is sometimes a fairly dull record but in staking its peculiar patch of rnb-dancehall-pop territory it reflects his unique relationship to the foundation realness of all three genres: dude has reggae hits, rnb hits, pop hits, has crossed over and crossed back again 278 times. unless he decides to go punkfunk, each shaggy album will have twin foundations it must deviate from in a fresh way (simply cos it's 05 and not 01 or 94!): 1) reggae realness and 2) the more abstract ephemeral blah blah international pop fanbase. now i ain't disparaging reggae but it is not especially difficult for the well-respected veteran shaggy to satisfy the realness quotient (tho perhaps more about reassuring HIMSELF if i can enter shaggy's brain for a hot minute). he still voices the occasional strangely random riddim for the jamaican market too.

satisfying a mysterious ginormo pop audience is another matter, and tryna do that with one foot still entrenched in the realness of your genre is what can lead to this fascinating sort of grasping. it is often the sound of people searching for an ideal urban sound that will finally unite everyone who ever bought a destinys child or craig david or sean paul or 50 cent album, and in the inevitable failure to achieve this the results can become weirdly loveable and idiosyncratic. so er sean paul remains unfeeling alien and shaggy is the people's hero, OK??

(check these two ridiculously sick dj keyz tapes for more happy missteps!)

4.10.05

busta rhymes - touch it



i am reminded here of nine's forgotten "lyin king" single, where the 90s' most 90s rapper opens the first 16 subdued and relatively calm like, 'i heard your album and i don't believe a word of it' and after a brief instrumental break repeats that same 16 in his macho man randy savage garden gruff performance voice. AHH - I HEARD UR ALBUM AND I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD OF IT. he was trying to say something about the nature of performance i think!

on "touch it" busta alternates every 8 bars in similar fashion and the beat changes with him, from collipark throb to wild-out stomp and back again. it is all quite exciting, especially after a year or more of pissing about from the nu interscope busta. there was that scott storch staccato violin one, "hurt you" i think? what a fantastically annoying song! anyway he was probably ecstatic when ying yang's "wait" blew up - who's likely to thrive better in a environment of flow-based gimmickry and mood conceptualizing? helpfully, the answer is in "touch it".

(listen to the bit i recorded.)