I used to be a pretty big Kylie Minogue fan, but I think Nicki Minaj has just replaced her as my number one celebrity crush. Realistically, she’s more just like the 21st century Foxy Brown.
What sold me was the video for Check It Out. Although it’s pretty much just visual treat to accompany the pop ear candy of the track, its still fun. I also like how they went with Korean characters. If you didn’t like that video, at least give the video for Your Love a shot.
Anyways, here are some tracks, including a nice piece of work from The Hood Internet.
One of the best parts about having this blog is that people send me their music all of the time. While some of it ends up being pretty terrible, some of is just a different kind of genius.
An example of this type of genius is Alex Kresovich - he sent me an entire album of hip-hop remixed with the soundtrack from Goldeneye 64.
I’ve been a big fan of The Girls Can Hear Us ever since Audioporn mentioned that they sound like another of my favorite artists, Scotty Dynamo.
The Girls Can Hears Us! (conveniently shorted as TGCHU) have the sort of self-aware hilarity that I like in my electropop-rap, and the catchy beats also make for pretty good gym music.
Now, just in time for summer, TGCHU are going to drop their debut album and all of the songs sound pretty good. Even better is that the boys are fans of giving some of their tracks away for free, and hooked me up with a couple for posting here.
To stay posted on when their album comes out, hit up TGCHU.com. Bide your time until then with a couple of other TGCHU tracks I’ve posted here and here.
In the comment section of io9 a few months ago, someone suggested that t-shirts be made depicting a quote attributed to George Orwell:
“Back in the 1900s, it was a wonderful experience for a boy to discover H.G. Wells. There you were, in a world of pedants, clergymen and golfers…and here was this wonderful man who could tell you about the inhabitants of the sea, and who knew that the future was not going to be what respectable people imagined.“
Its a wonderful quote, and I completely agree with the commenter that shirts should be made, so I’m offering my design above, paraphrased from that quote (clicking on the image will give you the layered, PSD file should you wish to use it - I can’t remember where I got the template).
I’m certainly not a graphic designer, so if you make your own version, let me know in the comments or via email. It’ll probably be better than what I’ve come up with.
Keep the sci-fi dream alive, my friends…and while you’re at it, grok these future tracks:
It’s not everyday that a Chicago DJ emails you to tell you that your write-up on Juke was great and that he’s stoked that the music he loves has reached such a global level:
“I think that juke will not end up like a flash in the pan style of music since there is a huge culture that is tied in with it (foot working, Midwest Loyalty, etc)…nothing is more diversifying and mass appealing as Juke music, its all about the rhythm and booty shakin’, and lets face it, fotworkin’ is exciting to watch!”
I don’t really know what he’s on about “midwest loyalty, but his name is STARFOXXX, and he also dropped me some choice Juke cuts. Check ‘em below and file them under Partying All The Time:
I pretty much spent all of last Saturday ballin’ in a nice hotel room drinking champagne and watching BET with my special lady. When the video for Rich Boy’s “Throw Some Ds” came on a few times, I was hooked.
Just listen to it: Nothing says celebrating success by spending obscene amounts of money on novelty rims for your car. He isn’t out to change the world, or rap about how he feels. He just wants people to know how much he has to throw down on car accessories.
The best line of the song is when he says that the reason for not putting tint on the windows is so that those motherfuckers can see its him driving.
Say what you will about his music, you’d at least think a guy spending that much money on car accessories would invest a little green in the design of his MySpace page.
No, actually you know what? A guy ballin’ as hard as Rich Boy probably doesn’t care about his MySpace page. Not when he’s so busy Tweeting as Cartier Benjamin.
(And while you’re peeping his Tweets, check out 199X on Twitter)
After listening to Dj Tuco’s all-Juke mixtape about three times today, I’ve fallen in love again with the music I know so little about.
I mean, what’s not to like about “minimal use of analogue synths, and short, slightly dirty sounding (both sonically and lyrically) vocals samples, often repeated in various ways. Also common are 808 and 909 clap sounds, and full “rapped” verses and choruses.”
Reading DummyMag’s love letter to Chicago Juke didn’t help matters. Pure Juke lives in the bedroom production studios and gymnasium dance-offs of Chicago’s high school kids. It’s constantly changing, and while it might just be a cultural blip it’s one that I can’t get enough of right now. Being a white guy in Canada probably means that I won’t ever even get real juke, either - just the scraps that I can pick up off the interwebs. And nothing says juke scraps like that Die Antwoord track, a Dutch/South African electro jam re-worked by a Prague-based DJ.
Catch these juke tracks, and don’t ever confuse them with jook music: the latter is from Trigga City, the former from the Chi (am I allowed to refer to those cities like that?).