This picture of Mac Dre in Hawaii was a physical manifestation of his “I want my own Island, betcha ima get it” lyric.
I thought Flo Milli was in danger of becoming into the new OMB Peezy: a young Alabama upstart who got brainwashed into making boring Spotify playlist fodder. Turns out she’s #actually the new Beastie Boys: as the bratty belligerence disappears, so does the magic. Her new album got a couple of jams, but she’s mostly lost what made her unique: that she was a hoodrat Angelica from Rugrats.
Tired: CD reissues of every every mediocre regional ’90s G-Funk album. Wired: CD reissues of no-DJ versions of Max B’s late ’00s mixtapes.
Another reason why New Yorkers are such terrible authorities on their own Rap music: they’ve been bodied at documenting their own ’80s history by a guy from Virginia.
If some music critic writes a Wasn’t Timbaland brilliant? article and doesn’t mention any of the Timbaland & Magoo singles then, to misquote Magoo himself, that music critic got no taste, we fart on your thinkpiece. Yeah, Magoo has a funny voice, but so does Kendrick Lamar and some of you ponces swear he’s The Most Important Artiste Of This Generation™.
If the clothes really do maketh the man then these jeans explain why 70th Street Carlos’ music is such a confused mess nowadays.
DJ Vlad and Joe Budden have made me hate Rap gossip, but I’d still love to hear the full unedited version of Mad Skillz Ghost Writer. Scandalous when it dropped, it’s one of my favourite Rawkus Records singles and 22 years later it still works as a Rap industry cryptic crossword even though some of the blanks have been filled in.
(From Ghost Writer 12″ single; 2000)
