9/25/22

Chilo - "Come Get This Humanity"

Chicago's 
unofficial poet 
laureate, the late 
once said, 
"Being a poet is 
an excuse 
to be 
a human 
being, 
to really 
experience 
life 
for what it is." 
Do with that 
information 
what you will. 

Vik Shade - The Dirty 30 for 30 Mixtape

Vik Shade makes A.R.T. rap if art stands for anarchistic rhyming trucker. I don't know if he really drives a truck. I think I heard a reference to something like that on here, but either way it jibes with the bars, attitude, rasp, etc. as in (Everglade trucking cyberpunk).

Doing my research for this post — using Google to remind myself which comic book character has the secret identity Vic Shade — I found out that Steve Ditko was an Ayn Rand nut. What a world. Crocodiles on coke from cartel cadavers.
 

*EDIT 9/28/22: Rapper Vik Shade informs me that his name is actually in reference to an alias of Vision (of Avengers fame) ... and here I thought Vision was just a robut. I also now realize that Steve Ditko's Question was Vic Sage not Vic Shade. Still, Vic Shade being Vision and Vic Sage being Question ... that can't be a coincidence, can it?

8/27/22

Lil Taggs - "Froze" (ft. Taggs, Young Tio & 3rd Rail Phantom)

Part of the genius of Martin Scorsese's films is that their success depends largely on their going over the heads of their target audience. Success as subversion. Target in the literal sense. Over the heads as in an uppercut's follow-through. Love the dream unawares the sleeping part. "I'm not concerned with generational wealth, that's it's own curse," wrote my longtime acquaintance, Mr. woods. "Anything you want on this cursed earth, probably better off getting it yourself. See what's the worth." I haven't read it yet, but there's probably a quote in this New Yorker article my fiancĂ© sent me, "Kim Kardashian and Kanye West's Quest to Become America's Favorite Superheroes," that applies as well. Applies? Yes, all of these comparisons make perfect articulable sense to me despite my inability to grasp the underlying mathematics, like free jazz, boxing and quantum physics. Lil Taggs is the son of Prime, the 3rd Rail Phantom and younger brother of Taggs. Here they are altogether in 2019, a rapping family. "El-beeeeeeeeeee."


8/18/22

Kai Fortyfive - If I Must I Will

I'm not a religious man, but listen attentively enough to SLUGSMOKE & MIRRORS, peer beyond the 'fog of war' spoken of in its presser, and you just may catch wind of something divine-like. Kai Fortyfive's latest masterpiece, If I Must I Will, lifts that fog like sunrise over a swamp. Here, the rapper/producer pushes his songwriting "into some exciting new territory, damn near spoken word/gospel," as I told him on first hearing the album. The result is timeless yet immediate, not only in how Kai addresses recent tragedies but also in the overall urgency of his themes and delivery. There should be more music like this, but there isn't ... at least, not yet. Kai issues the call and answers it boldly, If I Must I Will.  
Kai Fortyfive will be performing live at 117 Grattan Street in Brooklyn, September 11 (tickets available here). Also, a super limited quantity of SLUGSMOKE cassettes is now available exclusively at the Record Stop in Patchogue. Get yours before they're gone for good.

8/14/22

Coast & Hi-Q

Sometime in the mid-'00s I saw Diabolic tear down a rap battle in Boston judged by KRS-One, featuring a number of local acts and possibly California favorite Okwerdz. Depending on where you stood in the crowd, the night's narrative went "The guy from that hidden Immortal Technique song really killed it," OR "The fix is in!" Like the 2003 American League pennant race, many a New Englander went home hurt that night. 

All of this to say that during a decade today written off as something like a hip-hop Dark Age, there were at least a couple Long Island crews out upsetting the applecart with zero regard for applecart health and wellbeing. Dead Rabbits is one such crew that has kept this tradition (if you can call it that) alive and (mentally un)well. 

In recent months, the crew's in-house producer Hi-Q has put out two projects including Bowery Bruisers: The Remix and Coast & Hi-Q, a collaboration with Dead Hempstead Rabbit Coast LoCastro. It's angry as fuck, as if someone somehow channeled the collective disappointment of failed sports team fandom into a  28-minute character assassination. There's a song called "Muse" about inspiring self-loathing in a person. Any "you" mentioned, whether or real or imagined, is doing real bad. 

8/10/22

Poetic's Recorded Battle with Cancer: Four of the Hardest Verses of All Time

July 15, 2022 marked the 21-year anniversary of the death of Anthony Ian "Poetic" Berkeley. Before passing, he wrote and recorded no less than four verses about his battle with cancer. Two were done as features. One of those, from Last Emperor's "One Life," is fairly well known and has been rightly recognized for Poetic's vivid depiction of the night he was hospitalized from what would turn out to be colon cancer, his diagnosis the next day, and subsequent fight to survive. However, this is actually the second of the two features to be released. 

The first dropped two years earlier, in 2001 (possibly before Poetic passed, but don't quote me on that). This verse appears on the song, "Angel Cries," by Canadian rapper Steve "Liquid" Hawley from his album, Better Days. Poetic actually co-produced much of this project — the photo accompanying this post shows him mixing it — which is an interesting story unto itself that I hope to delve into at some point in another post. But for now, let's run these back to back.


Paralyzed on the bathroom floor by pain
Last month I endured but now I can't ignore
Feels like railroad spikes being stuck in my liver
Am I dying? Eyes crying, body starting to shiver
Crawl upstairs from the basement calling my sister
"Dawn, help me, I ain't feeling to healthy"
Stomach walls burning, head spinning and turning
Waiting for the EMS three-ten in the morning
Rush me to emergency screaming like a newborn
The pain's too strong maybe my soul's trying to move on
He hooked me to the I.V., put me through some x-rays
Gave me Demerol to kill the pain, that was the next phase
Early the next day in the hospital room
Moms and pops in the room, three or four docs in the room
"Test results suggest your colon and your liver 
is so cancerous you got three months left"
Me and death is playing chess ever since then
My strength is the Most High, my fam and close friends
The Last Emp and Set Free blessed me with a verse
Staying healthy comes first, look at me, things could be worse


Hey yo, I'm standing on the Earth surface looking up
Reviewing my purpose in a world so corrupt
I look to the heavenly force with ebony thoughts
Cancer distorting, my whole chemistry's off
I'm mentally caught in the highs and lows
Of despising those guessing when my eyes'll close
Laying in the hospital room, feeling the gloom
They'll be wheeling me off to the O.R. soon
My family and friends all gather up in the lobby 
They probably praying for me when surgeons open my body
My niece gave me a kiss with a tear in her eyes
I hate it when the angel cries

Listening to and looking at the two verses side-by-side, at first it almost seems as if they could have both been from the same song. Upon closer review, though, the verses differ significantly in time-setting and tone. Whereas "One Life" has Poetic recounting his diagnosis and determination to fight on, "Angel Cries" takes place entirely within that fight. A devastating counterpoint to the almost uplifting ending of Poetic's posthumously released "One Life" verse, the "Angel Cries" verse illustrates his mental, physical and spiritual struggle with certain death. It's a significantly shorter verse, only 12 bars to the 20 on "One Life," and with each rhyme more concise as if reflecting his limited time left.

The poignant beauty of these verses is their unsparingly honest detail of someone so alive transitioning from the world of the living. Lyrics don't get much sadder than this, but that they could be written at all is about as powerful of a reminder of the enduring strength of art and human potential as one may ever encounter. The "hardness" of these verses is in Poetic's steely resolve, h/His will to survive two and a half years after the doctors gave him three months.

Poetic's other two known cancer-related verses are harder in the more traditional sense, that is, heavier-handed, bloody knuckled with no punches pulled. As such, they're also harder to listen to than "One Life" and "Angel Cries." On "Burn Baby Burn," from Gravediggaz' Nightmare in A-Minor (also from 2001), Poetic aka Grym Reaper positions death as the central character in his final horror story.


From the first day that I burst through the skin
Of a virgin, I was cursed by sin
A mammal of the sea, pop's name John Samuel Berkeley 
Out of his nuts came me
True indeed I had soul even as a tadpole
Grabbed hold of an egg just to have a mole
Grew up surrounded by darkness and blood
Swimming in the cut like Noah in the flood
Eh-eh-eh-ah drama, devils attacked me inside my momma
This caused trauma
While I was growing up she was throwing up, it got worse
That's how I met the doc and the nurse
They took an X-Ray, kept it to the next day 
To figure out the best way to possess me
Trapped in a pool of impurity 
Without security, nearly ruined me
No immunity to the curse yet
I saw the earth sweat as poppa prayed on the church step
In the place where they worship
As the nurse crept I got mad nervous

Pain builds my character, deranged cancer cells
Begin to damage my shell, tissues begin to swell
The human pin cushion, needles begin pushing
Through my melanin cover, blood begins gushing
Hunger pains fed through my veins
Trying to maintain body and brain under strain
Belly being drained from my nose through a catheter
To maintain my stamina game is high caliber
Flashback my dossier files, before the hospital
Flocks would pay their piles of cheddar to see me rock my style
Got lots of smiles from man, woman and child 
A Gravedigga here running wild like the Nile
Ghetto X-File: The Horrorcore Bringers
City morgue singers, new rap era beginners
Four years out of seven I remember touring
And this year I'm measuring my urine

Note how Poetic seamlessly adapts the tale of his fight with cancer to the tropes of the horrorcore style he pioneered. In a song dripping with all the gory details of a body-horror flick, Poetic saves the most grim detail for his last bar. It's a tragically ironic ending: Grym Reaper, a character spawned from the bloody politics of the music industry, works so hard to get his music heard that it kills him.

8/7/22

DJ Mickey Knox - Lost Roc Marciano Joints & Remixes

In anticipation of The Elephant Man's Bones out August 26, here's a compilation of Roc Marciano's deep cuts by fellow Long Island hip-hop acolyte DJ Mickey Knox. 

Only two other things need saying. DJ Mickey Knox has done a bunch of these, including for De La and Biz. And this new Roc has a song featuring Ice-T with a title inspired by Mandy.

"My flow hard to mimic like yiddish."

7/16/22

Dunbar x BP - Notorious Unbreakable

Why I don't write like they (critics) write. What when they say someone sounds like somebody and somebody else, but that somebody sounds like somebody else and that someone sounds more like this somebody else but not so much the other one? What then? Where you from? 

Michael Jackson's "Unbreakable" features a posthumously released Notorious B.I.G. verse that probably previously appeared on some mixtape some bork from Romania could tell you much more about than I could, and good for them (the bork).

J. Dilla did a song called "Time: The Donut Hole of the Heart," which, twice played as slowly as possible on a standard turntable, happens to line up pretty much perfectly with the final scene of Before Midnight, Richard Linklater's 2014 threequel to Before Sunrise and Before Sunset. 

Amity Villains whet expectations for this one. Notorious Unbreakable met those and then some.

5/26/22

RAVAGE the MeccaGodZilla Blacking Out for Over 3 Minutes on a 2007 Chong Wizard Posse Cut

Chong Wizard is today an indie rap household name for his masterfully curated label, which issues all types of ill music I can ill afford, but that's OK because much of it sells out before I have a chance to succumb to temptation. Anyway, he's been DJing and producing much longer and recently Bandcamp-messaged out a sci-fi-themed mixtape he did in collaboration with X-Clan's Brother J in 2007, which is every bit the fire it sounds like it'd be. 

There's a ton to love about They Robot III: Robots of Dawn and you should definitely check it out, but for our purposes today, what I really want to draw your attention to is track 3, "Robots of Dawn Theme," a 10-minute posse cut featuring (in order of appearance, I think) Rack Lo, Azeem, Lil' Sci aka John Robinson, AKIR, Bashir, Phoenix Jones and R(estore) A(rtistic) V(ision) A(nd) G(rowth) E(verywhere) aka RAVAGE aka Ryu Black aka ADUM⁷ then aka MeccaGodZilla of the Monsta Island Czars, who appear elsewhere on the project. 

See how I dedicated about 1/3 of that paragraph simply to RAVAGE's attribution? That's about how long his appearance on this posse cut is in relation to the full song. That he was allotted 3-plus minutes, virtually an entire song unto itself, on an already well stacked track, whereas everyone else more or less contributes a verse or two, speaks to how completely he annihilates the whole affair. Even crazier, it sounds like they probably cut off some of his starting rhymes! 

5/25/22

Lungs, Phiik & Cise Greeny Are Where Are The Bugs


Pigs that came to clear the last apartment needed to bring in reinforcements after the door team fell ill — nausea, itchiness, eventually skin clawing and crawling. The tenants' belongings, their archives they'd called them, reeking with the decadence of generations, were infested with microscopic mold-feeding insects once thought extinct, a pest/ilence that clung to the decades' detritus. It got in the officers' throats, thus the vomiting, and on their clothes, hence the rash. By the time they called in the Health Department, it was too late. Developers had Romania on the horn. Quarantine would satisfy the force majeure clause, the financiers advised. City Hall complied on the condition they'd pick up the PR tab. So it was settled. One of the environmental remediators had a curious streak, though. Always kept a souvenir, in this case a shoebox. Taped voice recordings of the tenants' final days.