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Cool Songs : September

Smart move by Floyd with the 6-14 demographic largely up for grabs in boxing.

For about the 5th time, I’ll start a post with an apology.

After an August that saw a bit of a renaissance around these parts, we damn near laid egg this in September.  If it not for an incredible Natty Morrison piece that had been sitting in the drafts for about a month, we assuredly would have given you no original content for 30 days.

I hereby pledge October will be different.

If you pay attention to this blog at all, you’d know that I always make time for a monthly playlist.  This is due in large part to the fact I make these into CDs for when I’m sitting in L.A. traffic.  I realize this is a very 2004 move.

So without further ado, 44 minutes of choice cuts.

tracklist
Kwes – 36
Celestial Shore – Valerie
Drake – Hold On, We’re Going Home
Twin Shadow – Old Love/New Love
Polica – Smug
Movement – Us
A$AP Rocky – R. Cali
The Range – Metal Swing
BANKS – Bedroom Wall
Nowhere – Dead Live
SOHN – Lessons
Four Tet – Parallel Jalebi
Say Lou Lou – Feels Like We Only Go Backwards

Also s/o to my favorite Lafayette, Indiana independent record label, Jurassic Pop, who sent me some shit I didn’t order a couple weeks ago.  Since they refuse to comply with my desires and put shit on Soundcloud so I can listen to in my car without paying them, I will embed this fantastic track from Nowhere’s self titled album here.

EDIT: The gentlemen of Nowhere reached out on Twitter with a soundcloud link! As luck would have it, it nestled perfectly into the back half.

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Cool Songs : August

Let’s put August in the distant fucking rearview, please.  That month just didn’t cut it for me.

A Recap of The Month That Was:

Some of you got up in arms about some fairly predictable shit : Starlet kicks off adulthood by pushing the boundaries of her sexuality and experimenting with drugs.  Then again, the uproar was pretty predictable in itself.  Keep fighting that good fight people…

College Football happened, and I shouldn’t try to escape it this time.   Personally, I’m not much of a College Football fan, but 90% of the people I follow on social media love the fucking game, so I was completely bombarded this weekend with unwanted commentary.  Well, maybe not all of it wasn’t unwanted.  Here’s a friendly reminder of what exists in the south:

Sweet jesus.

A very solid month musically, with one of the better albums of the year dropping in Doris from Earl Sweatshirt.  Kendrick Lamar claimed himself the King of New York on his verse in “Control” and the only fallout was a sea of journalists producing paltry quotes from rappers not yet too annoyed to address it.  This playlist is a strong one, with a predictably summery vibe that might just be perfect for that Labor Day BBQ tomorrow.  Maybe the best track of the bunch I yanked off because of audio issues, but here’s all 45 seconds of it, compliments of Flying Lotus and Thudercat.

And the playlist.  Enjoy Friends.

Tracklist
RAC – Let Go (Feat. Kele & MNDR)
Le1f – Damn Son
Holy Ghost – Okay
Parquet Courts – You’ve Got Me Wonderin’ Now
Danny Brown – ODB
Alex Smoke – Dust
Misun – Hills and Trails
Big Sean – Control (Feat. Kendrick lamar & Jay Electronica)
of Montreal – She Ain’t Speakin’ Now
Marnie Stern – This Was It
Courtney Barnett – Avant Gardener
Earl Sweatshirt – Hive (feat. Vince Staples & Casey Veggies)
Frankie Rose – Street of Dreams
Chloe Howl – How Proud
A$AP Rocky – Thuggin’ Noise (It’s Hemsworth, Bitch Edit)

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A$AP Rocky – Long.Live.A$AP

by Adam Lukach

The demise of New York hip hop has been both well documented and greatly exaggerated, and, really, that goes step-for-step with the demise of regional affiliations and expectations as a whole. Regional repping can still be crucial from both a career and artistic perspective; look no further than Chief Keef and Kendrick Lamar most recently. But while “GKMC” was defined by its setting, cruising, literally, through the streets of Compton, or “Finally Rich” was the major label fruition of Chicago’s movement, the “LongLiveA$AP” debut of New York’s latest savior, A$AP Rocky, has a much more worldly outlook and scope.

On the title track opener, Rocky spits, “Rollin through your city like that muthafucka mine,” and that’s not just a nonsense boast. It’s the way he makes music, snagging sounds and clothes from everything, from Houston screw to Alexander Wang and a lot in between. He slangs Bone Thugs syllables about hanging out with Drake. He worries about dripping 40s on Dior. The dude born Rakim Myers is from Harlem and has plenty of swag to prove it, but he’s got his eye on the rest of the world.

His indulgences include a Skrillex crossover, “Wild For the Night,” that I frankly endorse wholeheartedly; it’s as good an American dubstep/hip-hop crossover as there’s been, mostly because the pair is malleable enough to do pull it off. (Although, “Middle finger to the critics/Me and my nigga Skrillex” is LOL-worthy every time.) That’s the meat of a “Fuckin Problem”/”1 Train” sandwich, the former the huge, star-studded, sexy single and the latter an over the top posse cut. “Train” is a “generation” cut, to borrow another favorite Rocky word, with Kendrick, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson and Big KRIT all throwing down on a rather tame but VERY New York Hit-Boy beat.  Even when Rocky stays home, he can’t go small. Clearly it’s a lot, but the purple-syrup-dark gothic haze that hangs over it all brings a shade of continuity. Think Three 6 Mafia making fashion party music.

The misses come off as bad ideas. The Santigold hook and stadium synths on “Hell” sound awkward and misplaced, and includes “Catch me out in China stunting, yeah, I’m about my guapanese,” one of several Rocky groaners. “Pain” is a lesser retread of “Acid Drip” from “LiveLoveA$AP,” both produced by Soufein 3000, this time with a forgettable Overdoz guest spot.

The other steadying presence is Rocky, who shows that he can still ride the fuck out of a catchy beat, but he’s also improved as a rapper a bit. He does some decent lyrical lifting on the finale “Suddenly,” driving it for a drumless first two minutes and carrying the Dangermouse-produced “Phoenix” about the same way.

It’s easy to long for the Clams Casino-assisted comfort of “LiveLove” during some of the colder, more spacious “LongLive” numbers, especially when he flashes familiar chemistry with Clams or Schoolboy Q during the lurching “LVL” and “PMW.” But he’s serious about “boom-bap mixed with new rap,” and even though he likes to break off a little more than he can handle, Rocky doesn’t care about the missteps. He’s already off that and onto more.

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4/5

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