Maker & Joey Beats - Falcon By Design

By: Joel Frieders

I hate these dudes.

Talented fuckers.

What, with their tilted oversized hats, their shiny gold necklaces, their rings a plenty, their swag and their matching dolphins baring nunchucks tattoos... They're just toooooo much.

Joey Beats became a hero for me after hearing the Hope LP from Non-Prophets and his Reverse Discourse album. Both were flucking terts and highly addictive around the times of their respective releases. A number of years ago I dug even a bit deeper into his catalog and got hooked on his old ass self-released instrumental album that I can't seem to find right now, but it had this seriously amazing track where some dude was singing something that contained the word "smile" and I just remember these fucking busy ass drums just melting my corneas. Joe Beats? The tits.

Maker? Dude is annoyingly talented on the drum chops. From his early work with Them Badd Apples (Fuck you josh!) and Costume, to the GLUE shit, the Qwel shit, the Grayskul shit and his instrumental only shit - dude is an assfaced talent spoojer. Sure, my personal relationship with him doesn't allow me to publicly mock him like other musicians, but I'm talking with my hands right now in his honor.

So this new joint release from Fieldwerk (HI DAVE!) is probably the one thing I didn't know was coming, but when it finally wound up in my ears, I couldn't imagine this summer without it. Maker and Joe Beats compliment each other so disgustingly awesome that I dare you to distinguish them apart during the first few of your listens. Relaxingly crisp, Falcon By Design is perfect for a drive to work or a drive home from the bar after last call. It is almost completely void of anything that would cause you to stab a box of oranges in your living room, but I can see myself polishing said oranges to nearly all of it.

This is hip hop instrumental shit from back when it didn't all sound like Flying Lotus's pubic trimmings sitting atop an un-flushed toilet filled with said pubic trimmings, a dozen or more urine specimens and a loogie or two. This makes me remember what it felt like to hear Maker's Shooting the Breeze or Joe's Hope for the first time. It feels like every time you listen to it you'll catch something new you missed the last few times.

Also, thankfully, everything is fucking smooth and drummy. Just like Maker and Joey Beats used to make, and, um, are, um, currently makings stills.

9/10 BRAH

10/10 IF IT WAS 5 TRACKS LONGER!