You know what? Tomorrow we'll talk about their punk rock roots, their early frat boy-style misogyny and their own odd flavor of political activism. We'll explore the ripple effect that License to Ill had on hip-hop in general, and its lingering appeal particularly to the white suburban audience. We'll dissect that shit. We'll really get our fuckin' hands dirty, you know?
Right now let's just mourn MCA. He will be forever missed.
Last week my brother Sulfur dropped a new video single from his exquisitely bleak entropy. "1945," like the album itself, is darkly preoccupied with thoughts of the end of the world, most specifically in the form of a Cold War-style nuclear apocalypse. Not exactly uplifting material, but a fuckin' monstrous track nonetheless.
I got them new hits, son! And, okay, maybe one slightly old hit, but still.
Judging by the recent output, spring is apparently a great artistic motivator for most folks. (My lazy ass being the obvious exception.) We've hit another one of those plateaus wherein everyone either has recently released a new project or is preparing too, so this should serve to point you toward a handful of my favorites.