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Midnight Eez - Midnight Eez
By: Joel Frieders
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There is a bit of mystery surrounding this so-called "beat tape" from a Bronx-based production duo called the Midnight Eez.
Supposedly, back in 1995 or 1996, a record buyer was handed a mix demo tape of beats with only the name of the group and a pager number written on it. So the record buyer finds the beat tape while moving not too long ago, he finally listens to it, he realizes it's dope, and then tries calling the pager number on the cassette.
Nobody answers, and one of hip hops mortal sins, that being disconnecting a pager number, is discovered.
The record buyer, being unable to find out anything about the guys from the Midnight Eez, puts the beats out on vinyl and asks anyone listening "do you know these producers?".
This shit is hip hop's best example of a lost dog poster EVAR.
Unfortunately, no one has found the people behind this shit yet. Fortunately, I don't give a Fuck because I had the chance to hear it over and over and over and over again over the past few weeks.
It is absolutely fucking perfect.
It is the absolute perfect example of what a beat tape, back when tapes were all we knew, did what it was supposed to do: allow you to focus on your surroundings like a meth addict watching the bugs crawl out of their skin, rhyme sex lime with sex crime, or completely space out and stare at an ant carrying away a crumb seventeen times its size.
Yes, I am thinking about insects quite a bit as of late. I blame the palestinians. Or bugs. Whatevs.
Anywhoo. Midnight Eez, and their guffaw inducing backstory, might be a hoax and end up being the side project of someone we already know. But who gives a flying shit when it sounds this fucking perfect?
Top of my list for best album of 1995 or 1996 that might be bullshit. Out of all of the other albums that could've taken that cake, this one wins.
And if you are a producer trying to get your foot in the door, find out who that asshole buyer was and DON'T GIVE HIM A TAPE WITHOUT YOUR CURRENT PAGER NUMBER ON IT! WERD!
Also, if you're a producer and you're trying to get people to listen to your shit seriously, stop with the cassettes. It's over dude.