Like many of you, the first time I heard Nasty Nas was through his stirring performance on Main Source’s seminal “Live At The BBQ”, but it was initial exposure to “Halftime” on a local radio show that really got me amped. I was so impressed with the track that I eventually went on to describe it as “The Best Brag Rap Song of The 90’s”: “The lyrics are a ‘Good Combination’ of declarations of poetic superiority, explanations of his daily operations, product name checks, witty punchlines, casual blasphemy and a healthy dose of Eff The Police sentiment. What more could a rap fan ask for?” (more…)
Much has happened since our last meeting. Those of you who couldn’t afford the original Platinum membership packs have requested other options to show your support, and the landscape has shifted somewhat. Hipster Rap ate itself in a blur of day-glo, but new enemies have emerged in it’s wake. Now is not the time to rest on our laurels and pat ourselves on the back for a job well done, for the war rages on. Here are some of the major issues facing the CRC in 2013: (more…)
The time has come to put a stop to the biggest threat to hardcore hip-hop in 2012 – Termanology appearances. Originally hailing from MA, this PR MC moved to the BX a few years back after his breakthrough ‘Watch How It Go Down’ single with DJ Premier. I copped that record and even interviewed him for a magazine, but then something awful happened…for some ungodly reason, he started doing this Whisper Rap thing which makes me want to puncture my ear canal with a blunt pencil every time I hear it. Not a big problem, right? I can just ignore his music. (more…)
Since there’s nothing much going on in terms of new music that I give a shit about, I may as well respond to the mock outrage of a comment on the last post:
“I notice here at Unkut, you do not relate to hardcore Hip-Hop vs Rap people as much as you like to play both sides of the fence and confuse the two”
This whole stance has always amused me. If KRS-One had his way, everybody would have subscribed to the theory that ‘rap is something you do, hip-hop is something you live’ and world hunger, war and Auto-Tune would all now be wiped-out. Is refusing to use the word ‘rap’ unless you’re referring to bubble gum music really going to achieve anything? For starters, the word ‘rap’ just sounds better in any conversation you might possibly have at any point in time. Grown Man Rap, Yacht Rap, Blog Rap, Emo Rap…try saying ‘Grown Man Hip-Hop’ and not sounding like a douche-hammer. (more…)
Nothing says ‘I’m out of decent ideas’ like the good old Alter-Ego album. For most rappers, it’s not really much of a stretch to adapt another personality, since 95% of them are acting anyway (except for everyone who’s gone to jail, natch). This was published in the last rag that’s still willing to print my increasingly incoherent ramblings, so of course I spent a whole five minutes throwing it together… (more…)
It seems that my internets stock has fallen so low that despite being asked to write about this song my contribution got lost in the sauce or something. The two of you who still drop by this tumbleweed ridden carcass of a site once a month may as well read it…
Enough with playing the original vocals at the start of the song already…that shit ain’t cute nor original. The good news is that the main chop reminds me of the beat Diamond D did for Master Rob when they were the Ultimate Force. The bad news is that the rapping sounds like it was recorded through a tin can with a piece of string, or worse still, a diamond-encrusted Macbook with a shitty built-in mic. You guys couldn’t have copped a decent microphone for the yacht? Dealing with standard Private Jet Rap topics (which for the most part seem to revolve around flying on private jets. Who knew?), it’s not without it’s charms, although I can’t help but imagine what another duo with even a sliver of hunger still rattling around their rib cages might have done with this. I’m joking, obviously – I’m sure if I wait another five minutes they’ll be 18,000 freestyles over this beat flooding the internets for our ‘enjoyment’.
Four of the best and four of the worst New York rap albums ever. Let the complaining begin!
Roc Marciano –Marcberg
The reason that Roc Marciano‘s solo debut was the best hip-hop release of 2010 is the simple fact that he ignored the plague of excessive guest appearances and all-star producers in order to deliver a focused, singular vision. Taking it back to the basics isn’t for the faint of heart, however. You can’t get over with brag raps and soul loops anymore. Where Marcberg wins is the raw cinematics it delivers, leaking paranoia and backroom deals through a haze of blunt smoke. Stream-of-consciousness verbal sprays so nonchalant you might not notice you just got murked until you hear the rattle of the shell casings spilling onto the concrete. Unorthodox beat construction that creeps up on you and puts you in a choke hold when you’re least expecting it – ‘Snow’ never loses it’s impact, no matter how many times you spin it back. Save your swag, this is Grown Man Rap at it’s most evolved. (more…)
It was a big night for non-progressive rap fans in New York, with the first Mobb Deep show in over three years popping-off live and direct next to Times Square. Would Capone sneak in and attempt to hit Prodigy with a bar stool, Keith Murray style? Or would a live rendition of ‘Shook Ones’ lead to a number of drunken brawls in the crowd? The third, and most likely scenario of course, was that none of the above would happen and it would be a uneventful rap concert in the ‘New’ New York, where even the corniest white rap fan could dance around like a moron with no fear of getting smacked upside the head by a less happy-go-lucky audience member. (more…)