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07-25-2011, 12:03 PM | #325 (permalink) |
Stoned and Jammin' Out
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Well, try Bike For Three. They're another anticon act. In fact, try any and all anticon that you can. Alias & Tarsier was nice (Brookland//Oaklynn). Sole and Skyrider Band. Themselves. 13 & God. Pedestrian. Thee More Shallows. Telephone Jim Jesus. Restiform Bodies.
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07-25-2011, 05:43 PM | #326 (permalink) |
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I'll give it one more try.
They're more on the comical side at times, but Company Flow are great. Their album, Funcrusher Plus is a very important underground album. I would post a specific track, but I would recommend the whole album. They have another album that's all instrumentals, Little Johnny from the Hospital, that I enjoy very much. Suzy Pulled a Pistol on Henry El-P was a member of Company Flow, and his solo stuff is pretty awesome. His album I'll Sleep When You're Dead is a lot like Dalek, but more quirky. His lyrics aren't mind blowing, but hes pretty good and his backing tracks are great. |
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07-26-2011, 03:47 AM | #329 (permalink) |
Stoned and Jammin' Out
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I had *my* mind blown by El-P's lyrics on his solo records. I love the hell out of Fantastic Damage.
Preliminary di-section of Deep Space 9mm. Thoughts? Suggestions? Additions? Note: the first 2 sets of parentheses are whispered by El-P, and I imagined it as a hint to break down the song line for line... so... the rest are my notes. One two you're behind the walls of new Roma, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself) But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take) Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach? (Look at who owns everything) Blood beach (Sell us what we don't need, we kill for it) Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly (Dodgin' the other hustlers in the streets) monks hung, halo teach (this one gets me, but... they teach the halo, but kill the monk...) Hung by the math where the cables reach (I don't even know if this is accurate) [Hung by the map with a capo reach] A hundred and sixty-six channels lit They train that animal **** (TV is mental conditioning) Where the mind's eye redefines Where's God? Buy car, Kick tires (Idolize our possessions, our homes, gear, vehicles) Back in Eighty-Six I lived for the four-course artistry (the four pillars of hiphop: graffiti, bboy, prod., rap) In other words took turns showin' off colors and **** (showin' off what he could do) Like I invaded a mating dance ritual (and they weren't havin' it) Criminal now (outcast) Why the things we find beautiful undermine power? El Product flash vet text, mother****ers is like "Al, why haven't we lept yet?" dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth Then vanish like "poof" You can't touch the Krush Groove I live on the lunch table Touched fables Ducked labels capitol one heat em live for the terrordome stables Signed to Rawkus? I'd rather be mouth ****ed by Nazis unconscious (He was with Rawkus with Company Flow; let's say they left on bad terms and he went on to make his own label, Definitive Jux) Callin' all bomb threats the Radio re-activated Koresh! (probably THE david K. of WACO religious cult incident) Under hellafied missle defense Fenced in, better blame it on... /feign ****ty grin (its our fault, and those before us, that we are in the spots we're in, feign a ****ty grin in the face of your accuser) Walk with a bag full of kittens Take me to the river and throw yourself in (do the world a favor) In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak [or release] Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist Soaked in newspeak? [Love the 1984 references throughout] Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl splashed on loose leaf We can embrace on the business end of my face first Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap [Sick] Dance with the vinyl monster Devil in blue sky flyin' with clean conscience [devil in heaven?] Save the gesture you can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort [apparently, that's how it's been goin'] I'm a Caveman Your modern ways frighten and confuse me I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman) But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression Combined with 8-step perfected Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect **** Infectious Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures Development arrested Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest Looking for the nexus If it's wild like that child fire 'em infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant New World lullaby, Sirens Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence It's all bad timing Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island You think that's spacey? Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling This is for the fringes and such my generation just sit like ducks see the rubble glisten that what I trust tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts (guardin' my own ****) Existence on the fringes and such My generation make friends with slugs Thank god for the drugs and drums!!! Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns right here hidin' from guns Right here hidin' from guns Right here hidin' from guns For the love of god, run Last edited by Mrd00d; 07-26-2011 at 03:54 AM. |
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