DKD are a Marvel Team-Up of Broken Beat superheroes consisting of Dego, Kaidi Tatham and Daz-I-Kue... that's right, 4Hero vs. Bugz In The Attic. So I don't think I need to give you the hard sell on this one. Let's just get to the biznazz...
Didn't do a very good job of getting many posts up last week, did I? But you can stop yer bellyachin', 'cause here's one now...
Yeah, it's probably not that cool to like professional piano nugget Jamie Cullum, but hey... I like him, all like 3 feet of him. And that's mostly because of his cover versions, believe it or not. There's no ironic hipster bullshit angle to 'em, and in fact (especially in the case of his more recent version of Rihanna's "Don't Stop The Music") some of them actually improve upon the originals by stripping down the usually crap chart pop over-production and exposing that hey, this really is a well-written song. Or something...
Dang, it's been tough getting something up this week. But here we go, finally...
I won't pretend to know anything more about Cartola except for the fact that he's one of the folks they say invented Samba... which is, I'd say, pretty significant. Also, there's something weird going on with dude's nose. It kinda freaks me out. But the cuica helps me get past it. Loves me some cuica...
Ho ho ho, pimps and hoes! It's time for the long-awaited sequel to the least-awaited Holiday mix ever. Tracklist withheld for the time being because it's more fun that way...
Genres are becoming more and more meaningless in Dance music these days, especially right out at the front edge of fonkay...
You know the drill by now... when Gilles Peterson's Brownswood label releases something new, you're gonna hear about it here before too damn long. This one, as you might guess with your smart little brain, focuses more on the electronic side of all things Gilles... the Dubstep/2-Step/House/D & B stew that has been brewing in the UK for a while now. The genre lines are being blurred in a most delicious manner (Does that sound gay? Yeah, that sounds pretty gay...) lately and of course my man(crush) and his imprint are all over that shit. Exhibit A: This great little jammy by Eliphino, a producer so new he's still got a day job...
But for realsies... how do you categorize that? House? Broken Beats? Garage? Beats the shit outta me... but really all that matters is ME LIKEY! Have a great weekend, kids...
Afro Samurai was a pretty badass concept right from the git-go. An anime series about a samurai brotha, hell-bent for revenge and voiced by Samuel L. Jackson and soundtracked by The RZA? Fuck and yes! His sword is the one with "Bad Motherfucker" engraved on it...
Once again at Tonegents, we are staying super hip... HIP-HOUSE THAT IS! GET GET GET - GET BUSY! GET GET GET - GET BUSY!
Psyche! No Mr. Lee today. I know, I know... a cruel taunt. But hey, if he was the king of Hip-House (and let's just say he was, otherwise my whole segue is facacta), then perhaps Betty Boo was the queen? Well... you know... if there was a single person in the entire world who actually gave enough of a shit to make such distinctions. Nope, Hip-House will not go down as the greatest of House music's many offshoots, and rightly so. But I've always liked this album, so suck on this...
Hey, it's a holiday tomorrow, so I post on the theme, dig?
Ok, so this song has absolutely nothing to do with Thanksgiving whatsoever, and quite frankly its dark, angst-y tone is completely inappropriate for such a nice holiday. But hey, it's got "turkey" in the title... so suck on that effort...
I always thought Curve were way under-appreciated... especially seeing how Garbage came along, copied their schtick and got huge. Whaddaya think? Also Happy Thanksgiving, and be sure to eat yourself into a coma tomorrow...
Here's an album from earlier this year that you may not have heard of, which is pretty fucking odd, considering...
I mean, you would think that a collaboration album between two musical legends like David Byrne and Fatboy Slim that features literally every single awesome female singer in music today (seriously, check it out) would have made a bit more noise (bad pun sorta intended but not really) than Here Lies Love did... but maybe the fact that it's a 22-song cycle about the life of Imelda Marcos scared off your average Pop fan. But it shouldn't have, because this is a really good, really catchy record. Maybe not what you would have expected, but don't let the ghosts of 3000 pairs of shoes scare you...
This one also comes with a 120-page book (VERY Pop, no?) that lays out the story of the album for you because who doesn't like some LEARNIN' with their tunes? Eh? Eh?
House Music Friday brings you some tunage from one half of a famous duo, and I'm not talkin' about The Situation and Snooki...
Peter Kruder should need no introduction... if you don't own The K & D Sessions, your music collection has a hole in it the size of Octomom's vajayjay, and if you don't know what The K & D Sessions is you've apparently been living inside Octomom's vajayjay, because seriously, dude. That said, here's Mr. Kruder with an entry into Compost's Black Label series, in which the most excellent German imprint explores its darker, housier side...
Now I don't know who Jackson Jones is/was or what the original version of this song sounded like, but the re-edit wizard known as Pilooski does some dirty things to it (pun intended) and me likey...
The link isn't to the o.g. vinyl because it's quite pricey (as hand-numbered limited runs tend to be)... it's to a compilation of the Dirty Edits series, which is definitely the way to go. And you can take your pants back off now as far as I'm concerned...
Today I present to you the second-greatest song about doing psychedelic mushrooms ever (second, of course, to this one, which was, oddly enough, also made by a dude named Marshall... coincidence? I THINK NOT!
Now, I don't imagine that this will be the first time you've heard of Professional White Rapper Eminem. He is, from what I gather, kind of a big deal. And... here's where I lose the Indie cred that I don't have in the first place... I've been a huge fan right from the git-go. Dude is a great writer, has amazing flow, and I don't care how many songs he does about strangling, shooting or otherwise doing unpleasant things to his ex-wife, sometimes a brotha's just gotta vent, yo! And this record got me through one of the worst jobs I've ever had. It was a stupid game show for MTV on which I pulled 20 hour days for six months straight and I WISH I WAS EXAGGERATING! Usually around midnight/1 AM each night The Slim Shady LP would be busted out, blasted loud and the P.A. would be sent to Gil Turner's for a beer run. It was pretty much the only thing that got us through it...
I definitely missed the original of this track on the first go-round, which is pretty wild considering it was a Top 10 hit and was even nominated for a Grammy. Super obscure. But then I don't listen to the radio much. Them darn kids and their booty music... I tells ya, it's makes my sciatica act up! Anyhoo, picked up a compilation recently with this UK Funky remix of Philly gal Jazmine Sullivan's female answer to Cee-Lo's "Fuck You" (How can it be an answer to a song that was recorded two years later? YOU FIGURE IT OUT, SMART GUY!) and I just can't stop listening to it...
Finally got some time to post this week, so suck on this...
Here's some painfully French orchestral pop from Alpha. I describe it as such because really no one other than the Frenchies still make this kind of of overwraught, '70s Soft Rock-style shenanigans. Actually, I'm not sure these guys even still make 'em. This record's kinda old and the last thing Alpha did was a seriously badass collabo with Horace Andy that, as you can guess, sounds LESS THAN NOTHING like this. But indeed, after Air hit big, there were a lot of such shenanigans coming out of France. And if you're in the right mood, it goes down nice and easy... sort of like Paris Hilton...
I've got a party jam to set your weekend off today...
Other than Wilson or Blaylock, perhaps the funkiest Mooqee I know is the dude behind the most excellent Bomb Strikes label. They specialize in sample-based funky dancefloor steez, such as this one which has some "Rock The Casbah", some Missy Elliot and probably some other shit I'm not catching...
I think that's a statement we can all agree on, no?
Usually, the only problem I have with French Rap music is, well... it's all the fucking French. I can't understand that shit. Which is problematic in a form of music where the words are actually somewhat important. So I guess one reason I'm feelin' Jazz Liberatorz so much is that they employ mostly American MCs on their records, dudes who definitely do not speak French. Well, as far as I know they don't... I don't know what electives Mos Def or Aloe Blacc took in college. Anyhoo, these guys sling some real nice, laid-back, jazzy (No shit, really?) tracks and have put out 2 of my favorite Hip-Hop records of the last few years. Don't sleep...
The vocals on that one were by this gal, if you're scoring at home. And I just realized that for some reason this mp3 is cut in the wrong place and has about 30 seconds of the next song on the album stuck to the end of it. Woopsie. But hey, the point of this blog is for you to go out and buy the record, SO YOU'LL TAKE YOUR FUCKED UP MP3 AND YOU'LL LIKE IT! Plus it's another nice groove, so there's that...
Because if you think I'm going to blog on an artist named Zed and not make a Pulp Fiction reference, you really don't know just how big of a hack I am...
UK producer Zed Bias, besides having a very cool handle, has been at the top of the beatz bizznezz for over a decade now... from the days of "garridge" right up to the current Dubstep sounds the kids are all crazy for. He's really just one of those dudes who will throw the kitchen sink at you, sound-wise... here that sink is full of some stupidly funky house complete with some serious keyboard canoodling (And maybe some old broccoli? I think that's where the smell is coming from...) from Mr. Mark De Clive-Lowe who we also love 'round here...
Feelin' that one. And here's a vid from a huge tune the Zedster (that's what I assume his friends call him) put out in 2000... I'll bet you've heard this one... REWIND SELECTAH!
That kitchen sink joke was pretty awful, too, eh? I'll try to be funnier next time, but don't get your hopes up...
I always say if you can't appreciate all kinds of music, then you don't really like music...
... because while I'm really not into Kiddie Rave Fidget House... too many breakdowns & buildups and making of obnoxious sounds just for the sake of sounding obnoxious... of course I can appreciate it when done well. And the NYC dude with an Italian name that goes by the handle Drop The Lime does it pretty well sometimes... like in this case...
I think it's the cowbell that brings it all together, don't you? And since it's Halloween this weekend...
Well, it's because your costume SUCKS, Charlie Brown! If you came around my house in that weak-ass shit, I'd give you a rock WITH A RAZOR BLADE IN IT! MUAHAHAHAHAEVIL!!!
Because if I'm only going to be able to fit in a couple of posts a week, the least I can do is keep it super-timely and hip...
Or not. At least it's proof that I really do pick the songs on here at random. So... The Wolfgang Press, eh? What exactly is that name supposed to mean? Is it a person? A thing? I don't get it. EXPLAIN YOURSELVES, SEMI-OBSCURE LATE '80S/EARLY '90S ALTERNATIVE POP ARTIST! Anyhoo, I'll bet anything I first heard of these guys on 120 Minutes. Hey, I got a joke for you...
Tone is so old...
How old is he?
Tone is so old that he can actually remember a time when watching MTV could actually expand your musical knowledge and not just give you brain herpes.
A knee-slapper, that one. But seriously, 120 Minutes and Yo! MTV Raps made me the music freak I am today... and then the rest of the day they played Winger and Color Me Badd, but still...
See? I told you it would happen... but at least I'm making it in for a little House Music Friday this week, so I'm not a complete fackin' shite, right?
And I say "fackin' shite", because today's artist is representin' Glasgow, Mr. Milton Jackson. And... now I'm out of time, so just enjoy it, bitches...
I hate to say this, but the sporadic nature of posting around here is likely to continue for a while. Changes in the job situation... good ones, mind you... mean less time to fuck around making dick jokes about '60s Jazz musicians and the like. Two to three posts a week is probably what we're looking at... I'll do my best to make up for the lack of quantity with a lack of quality. Wait, I think I got that wrong. Lack of quantity, lack of quality... nope, that sounds about right...
So, this Trumystic Sound System was some sort of posse of sorts from NYC and they put together this one off compilation and I got it for 99 cents once and it was quite worth the price. It led me to buy this guy Dr. Israel's solo record which is even more highly recommended. So why didn't I post that one? ASK THE SHUFFLE!
For the second day in a row, the shuffle gives me a connection to my college years...
Yep, right about the same time I was walking around with a big black phallus in my mouth on a daily basis, I was also regularly participating in another relatively gay pursuit... strapping on my combat boots for Industrial Night at a bar called Buggsy's. At least I think that's what the place was called... it was a long time ago and my mental capacity started rapidly decreasing-- actually it started decreasing probably as soon as I entered college. Anyhoo, yeah, had a big Industrial phase, but I'm cool with it because it was, of course, my gateway drug into Electronica. But still gay. So here's Nitzer Ebb, from the record they got Alan Wilder (Depeche Mode, Recoil) to produce... which made it the least shouty, most melodic (for Nitzer Ebb) work they did. Maybe my favorite song of theirs, which I'm sure hardcore Ebbheads would consider to super duper gay...
... hmm, I probably shouldn't use "gay" like that so much. Sorry, homos!
Hey all, I have returned from hiatus with the freshest, most cutting edge jams in my bag...
Did I ever mention that I used to play the clarinet? Nope? Well hey, guess what? I used to play the clarinet. All the way through high school AND college. (College marching band = free football games and road trips. Don't hate.) And lemme tell you this... there is no way to look more masculine than to walk around blowing a two-foot long, black, phallus-shaped object. No way at all. But then again, Artie Shaw was a lot cooler than me so I think he made it work. Really interesting dude... he was the first white bandleader to tour the South with black musicians, for instance... but check the Wiki for the full deets for I am lazy. And, what the-- is that a fucking harpsichord????
IT WAS! That was totally a fucking harpsichord. You don't hear that every day, now do ya? Well, unless you live in the Baroque Era, that is, HEY-OOOOOOO!
Hey there. Been on holiday for a week. Forgot to mention that. For I am a bad person. But hey, here's a little sumpin' sumpin' to tide you over until regular posting resumes (WITH A FURY!!!)...
Shlohmo is another one of those wonky L.A. guys that are so hip with the kids right now... and despite (or because of?) his young age, he is possibly the wonkiest of the bunch. To wit...
Let that post title stand as your warning that you're not gonna find a lot of original comedy material in this one...
Apparently Prince Jammy is one of the guys who invented dancehall... so despite the fact that that eventually led to Sean Paul (man, that reference is obscure already, no?), I guess we can thank him for that. Heck, he's even been promoted to King Jammy now. Gets his own Piss Boy and everything...
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Yeah, that's all I got today... a big ol' Costco-sized vat of jack shit. But this is some nice old Dub...
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