I have been exhausted all week, and distracted by some other things I am working on, but I will always make time for STOP SLEEPING which has become my favorite of all SYFFAL columns.
I love that it is relatively easy to create, collaborative amongst the entire staff, and the one place that Del can't place 37 hyperlinks (though that little prick is always trying).
I also love that it is a great introduction for new artists/new music that we are experiencing. With the exception of Tom who seems to live in 2003 with his handsome self.
Anyway, I had already created this column last night, and then, before I saved it, my computer crashed and I lost everything...including my cherry!
This week I'm going to reach back to 2003 and tell you to stop Sleeping on The Unicorns album Who Will Cut Your Hair When We're Gone. This is one of those albums I that I like better now than I did when it was first released. Maybe back then I was not ready for the 8 bit video game sounds that are now super trendy in today's music. I can't say for sure that The Unicorns were the originators of this aesthetic, but they had to be one of the first. The song Tuff Ghost (video below) makes me want to grab a bag a of Cheetos and play Contra for 3 hours. SPREAD GUN muthafuckers! Unfortunately, The Unicorns broke up in 2005. Who Will Cut Your Hair When We're Gone is not necessarily a big secret, but in case you haven't heard this album, check it out. The Unicorns were ahead of their time.
No one plays god better than a cop! No one plays god better than a cop! Other than that I disagree and would humbly submit the neurosurgeon as someone who might have a slightly more pronounced god complex than Bernard "Barney" Fife, but this is one of the better "Fuck the cops" rap tracks I've heard.. and god knows we've heard a lot of 'em. Sixo's got himself a sick instrumental EP called, "Tracking Perception" that I've been meaning to review. Now that DJ Troma isn't sleeping on my couch and drinking all my whiskey (I miss you already dunnie!!!), I might have a night to actually write. In the mean time let this video whet your appetite for white rappers, sick beats, meeting my Fake Four quota, and shit talking the po po. "You don't know who you're Fuckin' wit! I'm from a small town called Fresh Out A Cop's Ass!"
For some reason I can't fucking stop loving the fucking skirts off this rag tag bunch of ripe banana squishers. It's distorted, feminine, filled with sass, and I'm certain they're tucking their privates, regardless of their gender. While there is one song on this album that makes me want to fucking stab someone, the rest is off the wall enough to keep me entertained. Don't sleep on The Sugarettes, or I'll just remind you in a few days when I get to writing a review of their album Destroyers of Worlds.
I have been digging on Slow Magic's EP "Triangle" nonstop for the past 24 hours. Its sound is one of those that once you find it you don't want to let it go. Corvette Cassette sets a future soaked dreamwave tone that will keep you lovingly engaged, even with the promise of no lyrics and or hooky choruses, This is straight up digital love. I've been enjoying Slow Magic so much I decided to post a Quick Fix to spread the love for the music and the equally badass album cover, and for the most important fact: They're playing in Santa Monica THIS Friday at The Central! Come hang out and stop sleeping for Fucks sake.
The new Japandroid record, 'Celebration Rock' is a great compromise of their face melting tendencies with a growing melodic sensibility. Here's a recent SXSW performance of "The House that Heaven Built". This nicely framed two shot captures their muscle - two hipsters delivering the nasty.
I love these guys. I know it isn't for everyone but for me, well it makes it move. I love the energy and the vibe. It is dank and kind of dark, but mostly just grimy and gritty. There is a pureness to it. Nothing manufactured or forced, just fresh underground hip hop music. Great lyrics, comfortable MCs with their own view and style, over lofi production. There is a real do it yourself feel to this shit. If you are obsessed with mid 90s underground then this fucker is right up your god damn alley...yes code.
Possibly bigger than the Rocky Mountains and equally ominous. Straight outta Denver, CO is a man with a moniker as ostentatious as his octave-pitching. Morbidly-O-Beats is one of those agile, stealthy, bedroom producers who has quietly honed his skills into a deadly concoction of high-octane whirls, gargantuan drum chops, sedate samples, and a knack for sequencing that is cerebral when you expect it to be screaming. In the age of free everything, this slovenly beast is worth making an investment. GET SOME.