Sunday, February 26, 2012
Nameless - Knuckle Up feat. Clear Soul Forces
No, for real that's his name...Nameless and he happened to drop a project today, Be[eats] Original Vol. 3. I haven't listened to the whole thing yet but he did a joint with those dudes Clear Soul Forces called "Knuckle Up" and it serves as the first single from the project.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Imaginarium of Dr. Madchild.
Just to make you all aware, MadChild (of Swollen Members) is insane. I know this from personal experience, as does Benny. He is also one of my all-time favorite MC’s. Take a look at the backstory of the interview and show from a couple years ago. It seems counter-intuitive that a person would actually be MORE crazy after they quit drugs, but well…………..there’s this:
Huh, that face tattoo is new.
Just try and keep up with this dude. He has been performing and recording like the world is at it’s end. Too bad he is not currently allowed in the United States due to his “affiliation” with the Hell’s Angels. Thank you, Homeland Security, for keeping our borders safe. The last thing we need are terrorists masquerading as Hip Hop artists in our midst.
Yeah. What he said.
The last 2 Swollen Members albums, “Daggermouth” and “Monsters II” are definitely worth checking out, with a return to the old S&M sound and feel. Complete with MadChild and Prevail’s back-and-forth lyrical insanity, Rob The Viking’s signature meticulous cuts and production, and features by Strong Arm Steady and Souls of Mischief. Click on over the the S&M and MadChild websites and get caught up. Oh, and if the Misguided Angel ever asks you for cocaine or opiates…..kindly refuse.
Aaaaawww, what the hell….watch this video too:
I told you….
Peace.
BrainSlice
Huh, that face tattoo is new.
Just try and keep up with this dude. He has been performing and recording like the world is at it’s end. Too bad he is not currently allowed in the United States due to his “affiliation” with the Hell’s Angels. Thank you, Homeland Security, for keeping our borders safe. The last thing we need are terrorists masquerading as Hip Hop artists in our midst.
Yeah. What he said.
The last 2 Swollen Members albums, “Daggermouth” and “Monsters II” are definitely worth checking out, with a return to the old S&M sound and feel. Complete with MadChild and Prevail’s back-and-forth lyrical insanity, Rob The Viking’s signature meticulous cuts and production, and features by Strong Arm Steady and Souls of Mischief. Click on over the the S&M and MadChild websites and get caught up. Oh, and if the Misguided Angel ever asks you for cocaine or opiates…..kindly refuse.
Aaaaawww, what the hell….watch this video too:
I told you….
Peace.
BrainSlice
Monday, February 20, 2012
Class Is In Session.
It wasn’t easy. No, see…..you don’t get it. I grew up in a small and ultra-conservative rural farming community of 3,000 people. In Idaho. There was no such thing as the internet. Cassette tapes were hard to come by. No record store to be found. I dare say I grew up in one of the most religious communities in the nation. Sheltered? Naw, we were off the damn grid. You know what I heard on the radio? Paul Harvey motherfucker! Paul Harvey! Look it up, ‘cuz I know you have no idea who that is.
Somehow this farmboy from Idaho got his hands on Hip Hop. Like I said, it wasn’t easy. I used to fall asleep listening to my clock radio, and most memorably, the Dr. Demento show, which was the ONLY thing that seemed to be broadcast from outside the cultural vacuum I lived in. My dad would come down the stairs to check on me. Those heavy, “boy, you better be asleep” steps triggered a Darwinian response deep inside me, causing my body to go limp and my eyes to close. Pops walked into the room, stared at me for what seemed like an eternity and somehow miraculously turned off my radio. I say miraculous, because my father can’t even turn on his TV and watch a DVD without my phone support these days.
I think by now you are aware that music was hard to come by when I was a kid. To further complicate things, I happened to be inexplicably drawn to Hip Hop. I have two early memories of how this happened. The first being a strange incident when I actually saw RUN DMC on the TV screen. For a very short time we had cable television. I was 8 years old, and I watched Rev Run and D.M.C. walk into the “Museum of Rock and Roll” and straight trash the place, clowning on Buddy Holly, Little Richard, and Jerry Lee Lewis in the process. I was mesmerized. The second incident I owe to Dr. Demento. Late one night he introduced a relatively unknown (at least in my part of the country) group called the Beastie Boys to the national airwaves. Despite the fact that ‘Fight For Your Right’ wasn’t even meant to be taken seriously, I had to hear more Rap Music. I could not live without my radio, R.I.P. LL Cool J. (Ed’s Note: LL Cool J is not technically dead.)
Eventually I somehow tricked my oblivious, angel mother into helping me get a BMG membership, and started ordering Hip Hop. The selection was slim, in fact it was awful. I spent hours looking at that sheet of tiny stamps. I had no reference as to what was good, so I had to go purely off of the pictures, and how cool the name sounded. Among my first purchases were the Fat Boys, which is a little strange considering the Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, Run DMC, LL Cool J, etc. all had albums out at the time. Within a year or two, I would be on to the harder stuff, such as “Straight Outta Compton”, but that’s a story for another day. I had to diligently hide what I was listening to, for fear of punishment and loss of my precious cassette tapes. The first tape that I felt would illicit an apocalyptic event in my household if discovered was “Crushin” by The Fat Boys, aka, The Disco Three. Even if you ARE familiar with the album, you are probably still laughing at me right now. Well, FUCK YOU. I was 10 years old! C’mon son, songs like ‘My Nuts’, ‘Between The Sheets’, and ‘Hell No’!? Fuck outta here! My parents would have had me committed, or exorcised, or something like that. The angry, hard as steel sound of the title track alone was enough to conjure visions of eternal damnation in a lake of fire and brimstone. Please listen to this album. Oh, you don’t have it? Well find it then, and keep it safe because it is an invaluable piece of Hip Hop history. It is also the only Fat Boys album to go Platinum.
P.S. – I wrote more, but Fat Joe ate it.
Peace.
BrainSlice
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| A sandwich mahfucka, do you have one!? |
Somehow this farmboy from Idaho got his hands on Hip Hop. Like I said, it wasn’t easy. I used to fall asleep listening to my clock radio, and most memorably, the Dr. Demento show, which was the ONLY thing that seemed to be broadcast from outside the cultural vacuum I lived in. My dad would come down the stairs to check on me. Those heavy, “boy, you better be asleep” steps triggered a Darwinian response deep inside me, causing my body to go limp and my eyes to close. Pops walked into the room, stared at me for what seemed like an eternity and somehow miraculously turned off my radio. I say miraculous, because my father can’t even turn on his TV and watch a DVD without my phone support these days.
I think by now you are aware that music was hard to come by when I was a kid. To further complicate things, I happened to be inexplicably drawn to Hip Hop. I have two early memories of how this happened. The first being a strange incident when I actually saw RUN DMC on the TV screen. For a very short time we had cable television. I was 8 years old, and I watched Rev Run and D.M.C. walk into the “Museum of Rock and Roll” and straight trash the place, clowning on Buddy Holly, Little Richard, and Jerry Lee Lewis in the process. I was mesmerized. The second incident I owe to Dr. Demento. Late one night he introduced a relatively unknown (at least in my part of the country) group called the Beastie Boys to the national airwaves. Despite the fact that ‘Fight For Your Right’ wasn’t even meant to be taken seriously, I had to hear more Rap Music. I could not live without my radio, R.I.P. LL Cool J. (Ed’s Note: LL Cool J is not technically dead.)
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| F*ck. Yo. Car. |
Eventually I somehow tricked my oblivious, angel mother into helping me get a BMG membership, and started ordering Hip Hop. The selection was slim, in fact it was awful. I spent hours looking at that sheet of tiny stamps. I had no reference as to what was good, so I had to go purely off of the pictures, and how cool the name sounded. Among my first purchases were the Fat Boys, which is a little strange considering the Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, Run DMC, LL Cool J, etc. all had albums out at the time. Within a year or two, I would be on to the harder stuff, such as “Straight Outta Compton”, but that’s a story for another day. I had to diligently hide what I was listening to, for fear of punishment and loss of my precious cassette tapes. The first tape that I felt would illicit an apocalyptic event in my household if discovered was “Crushin” by The Fat Boys, aka, The Disco Three. Even if you ARE familiar with the album, you are probably still laughing at me right now. Well, FUCK YOU. I was 10 years old! C’mon son, songs like ‘My Nuts’, ‘Between The Sheets’, and ‘Hell No’!? Fuck outta here! My parents would have had me committed, or exorcised, or something like that. The angry, hard as steel sound of the title track alone was enough to conjure visions of eternal damnation in a lake of fire and brimstone. Please listen to this album. Oh, you don’t have it? Well find it then, and keep it safe because it is an invaluable piece of Hip Hop history. It is also the only Fat Boys album to go Platinum.
P.S. – I wrote more, but Fat Joe ate it.
Peace.
BrainSlice
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Nacho Picasso - Phantom Of The Opera (Video)
Last week the Blue Sky Black Death collective and Nacho Picasso dropped a video for "Phantom Of The Opera" off their latest project Lord Of The Fly. BSBD, along with fellow producer Raised By Wolves, and Nacho teamed up for two projects in the past 6 months, For The Glory and the aforementioned Lord Of The Fly. These projects are incredibly dope and incredibly FREE. Check out the video below and then head over here to pick up the albums...you will not be disappointed.
Monday, February 13, 2012
....and you say Salt Lake City...
For those that don't know, that's a KRS-One reference. Learn something.
It's been a couple years since a tall, wiry, baby-faced local rapper handed a Sharpied CD (Ed's Note: did BrainSlice just make up an adjective?) of his music to my lil' brother in a Salt Lake City parking lot. The CD eventually somehow made its way to me....in Florida. I listened, and liked what I heard. The Brother of BrainSlice was then given the task of finding the phone number of the rapper named Pat Maine. Since then I've moved to Utah and seen the homie perform live, along with his partner-in-rhyme PigPen. (Ed's Note: did he just say there are rappers in fuckin' Utah?!)
That's right, in fuckin' Utah. You know what else? These two white-boys are lyricists. As I listen to this album I find myself focusing more on the lyrics than the production, but I have no problem with that. After all, the homies have long careers ahead of them, and they're road-warriors. It seems like they never stop touring and they always put it down live. The track "Psyche" featuring Homeboy Sandman and "Old Hands" featuring SLC local Amber Lees are notable, and overall I'm feelin' it. So quit being a douche and check out the album HERE. It's 8 dollars, you cheap bastard. And you better go see them rap when they come through your town. Peace.
I Thought I Told You, Don’t Talk To The Cops!
In the interest of full disclosure, don’t ever question my Them Team fandom. Seriously, Bles could prolly drop a 45-minute EP of straight dial tone, with a loop of El Mizell and emecks whisper-yelling “Swag!” every :30 seconds, and I’d likely laud the release: “This shit is…it’s just…so mahfuckin…CONSISTENT!” Or something like that. Anyway, now that we got that out the way, lemmetellyasomethin: the first time I listened to Don’t Talk To The Cops! sophomore release, Let’s Quit, I was like: ‘what?’ and she was like, ‘huh?’ and I was like ‘hmmm’.
Where was the patented 808-style bass hits? Where’s the multitude of multi-media, pop culture and golden-era samples? What in the low-er fi, reverb-ier, punk-hop-ier FUCK is going on here?? But then I was 
like, ‘oh….that’s better,’ because I remembered why I really listened to Mash Hall and DTTC! in the first place; why I wore the shit out of Regular Show: I just wanna feed my obsession for neck-breaking, lip-curling beats laced with witty punch lines (and punch-dancing), West Coast love, hilarious skits, and Dro-bots, all mixed between bouts of Tourette’s. Exhale…
Of course, now I’m like 187 times through Let’s Quit, and I’ve realized that a lot of that shit I though was missing is actually in there, just a lil’ more subtle (“…keep bangin’,” says K-Ci-BlesOne), but now I have a new problem. You see, I don’t think this album was made for anyone other than the two main components of DTTTC! It’s not about B-Boying…not about the left coast…not about 808’s and Heartbreaks. Well, maybe the “Heart” part is important, ‘cause it seems to me that this album is about love. Maybe I’m digging too deep, but indulge me, son.
There’s a reason this shit comes out on St. Valentine’s Day: almost every song plays like a “this is why I love you” theme. Well, minus “Murderburger”, maybe (although this pic would make any man want a Murderburger…AND emecks – good work, Bles! LOL). It really feels like the two of them are sharing their feelings for one another, and sharing them with the whole world. Peep: “I Like Nerds” to start it all off (needs no explanation); “if you want it, you got it, I’m wit’ it, open the door to your Civic…” (“Hey…Don’t Eat Those”), even though it’s a totaled Honda now (truly glad you’re OK, lady!); “…let these vowels be our vows, these consonants be infinite…” in “Tattoo My Name”?? I mean…it’s pretty clear what’s going on here.
What’s not clear is: how the FUCK am I supposed to compete with that, y’all??? Nothing I do for the Mrs. this
February 14th (or any other V-Day, for that matter), will ever compare to this. Thanks. Dicks.
Luckily, I’m not the only one who’s pissed at this flagrant PDA: pretty sure “Puke Party” is what happens when Bles and emecks’ invited the rest of the Love Family to join in the love fest - to which DTTTC! gets to hear what the rest of the crew thinks of this mooshie, open-mouthed, get-a-room-already display of the international language (and I’m not talmbout math, son).
Don’t get me wrong, though. As I type this, I’m finishing up the 211th rotation of Let’s Quit. Even knowing that I’m basically engaging in an audible form of voyeurism, I can’t stop bumping this shit. The obvious influences of touring with Mad Rad (some P-Smoov-esque sounds on some of these beats); of the simplistic,
punchy songs by Butts (who’s former front-woman, Rachel Ratner, provides the reverb-drenched guitar on several tracks); all of it works so well together as DTTTC! explores the outer limits of their love and creativity. And cheeseburgers.
Bottom line (and I should know better by now), the only thing consistent about the Mash Hall Love Family is great fucking music. Let’s Quit is no exception. You’ll laugh (hella), you’ll gig, and, unless you’re bitter about some broad who broke your heart (or, just a hater), you’ll absolutely LOVE this album.
Catch a ride on Cupid’s arrow over here to find out where to buy this shit now (iTunes coming soon). Or, if you’re bored tonight, head on over to Lil’ Woody’s and join Don’t Talk To The Cops! for a listening party and a Murderburger. It’s all love, thicker than blood.
Where was the patented 808-style bass hits? Where’s the multitude of multi-media, pop culture and golden-era samples? What in the low-er fi, reverb-ier, punk-hop-ier FUCK is going on here?? But then I was 
like, ‘oh….that’s better,’ because I remembered why I really listened to Mash Hall and DTTC! in the first place; why I wore the shit out of Regular Show: I just wanna feed my obsession for neck-breaking, lip-curling beats laced with witty punch lines (and punch-dancing), West Coast love, hilarious skits, and Dro-bots, all mixed between bouts of Tourette’s. Exhale…Of course, now I’m like 187 times through Let’s Quit, and I’ve realized that a lot of that shit I though was missing is actually in there, just a lil’ more subtle (“…keep bangin’,” says K-Ci-BlesOne), but now I have a new problem. You see, I don’t think this album was made for anyone other than the two main components of DTTTC! It’s not about B-Boying…not about the left coast…not about 808’s and Heartbreaks. Well, maybe the “Heart” part is important, ‘cause it seems to me that this album is about love. Maybe I’m digging too deep, but indulge me, son.
There’s a reason this shit comes out on St. Valentine’s Day: almost every song plays like a “this is why I love you” theme. Well, minus “Murderburger”, maybe (although this pic would make any man want a Murderburger…AND emecks – good work, Bles! LOL). It really feels like the two of them are sharing their feelings for one another, and sharing them with the whole world. Peep: “I Like Nerds” to start it all off (needs no explanation); “if you want it, you got it, I’m wit’ it, open the door to your Civic…” (“Hey…Don’t Eat Those”), even though it’s a totaled Honda now (truly glad you’re OK, lady!); “…let these vowels be our vows, these consonants be infinite…” in “Tattoo My Name”?? I mean…it’s pretty clear what’s going on here.
What’s not clear is: how the FUCK am I supposed to compete with that, y’all??? Nothing I do for the Mrs. this
February 14th (or any other V-Day, for that matter), will ever compare to this. Thanks. Dicks. Luckily, I’m not the only one who’s pissed at this flagrant PDA: pretty sure “Puke Party” is what happens when Bles and emecks’ invited the rest of the Love Family to join in the love fest - to which DTTTC! gets to hear what the rest of the crew thinks of this mooshie, open-mouthed, get-a-room-already display of the international language (and I’m not talmbout math, son).
Don’t get me wrong, though. As I type this, I’m finishing up the 211th rotation of Let’s Quit. Even knowing that I’m basically engaging in an audible form of voyeurism, I can’t stop bumping this shit. The obvious influences of touring with Mad Rad (some P-Smoov-esque sounds on some of these beats); of the simplistic,
punchy songs by Butts (who’s former front-woman, Rachel Ratner, provides the reverb-drenched guitar on several tracks); all of it works so well together as DTTTC! explores the outer limits of their love and creativity. And cheeseburgers.Bottom line (and I should know better by now), the only thing consistent about the Mash Hall Love Family is great fucking music. Let’s Quit is no exception. You’ll laugh (hella), you’ll gig, and, unless you’re bitter about some broad who broke your heart (or, just a hater), you’ll absolutely LOVE this album.
Catch a ride on Cupid’s arrow over here to find out where to buy this shit now (iTunes coming soon). Or, if you’re bored tonight, head on over to Lil’ Woody’s and join Don’t Talk To The Cops! for a listening party and a Murderburger. It’s all love, thicker than blood.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Blu - Jesus (Video)
Blu dropped a video this week for "Jesus" off the LP jesus∆ which came out last year without much fan fare. Dude is really talented and it sort of make me think to myself...what is wrong with this guy? I mean there has to be something a little off right? I mean dude just drops off random unmixed and unmastered EP and albums then disappears again. This dude could cut of his ear and be the Van Gogh of hip-hop. Anyway, this joint is dope and produced by Madlib. Ch-ch-ch-check it out....
EvergreenOne - Do You (Video)
Man, that dude EvergreenOne just keeps getting better and better. We saw him open at a show at Columbia City Theater and since then he, along with fellow City Hall member Todd Sykes, have been doin it big. Milk On Wax spent a while in rotation and still gets the occasional spin. "Do You" is produced by TrussOne and serves as the first single from his new album (insert unknown title here) set to drop February 25th. This joint goes crazy hard. The official release party will be that night (Feb. 25th) at The Space in Tacoma. This one might make me travel a few miles South....
Thursday, February 9, 2012
AyeLogics - Stussy Pack (Video)
And they just keep coming.... Check out the video from AyeLogics upcoming project Live From The Sin. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of all ages...I present to you a Detooz Films production, "Stussy Pack". Peep.
Jarv Dee - I Just Wanna (Video)
I could literally set up another site dedicated to just the videos being released from the town lately. It's crazy the amount of talented video producers/directors in Seattle right now. Jarv Dee dropped the video for "I Just Wanna", which just happend to be my 2011 summer anthem and is still in heavy rotation. The track was produced by Raised By Wolves. Now all I wanna know is when this Jarv Dee album is gonna drop. Shout out to Cloud Nice and Stephan Gray on the video.
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