Em’s new album is only a few days away, and I hope him titling it after his classic Marshall Mathers LP means he’ll get back on his shit. This song seems to point in that direction, as he hits us with 6 minutes of straight bars. It’s definitely not early Em, but it’s much, much better than anything on Recovery.
This is probably old news for most of you guys but it’s dope nonetheless. Chance hopped on one of my favorite tracks from James’s outstanding Overgrown, and I assumed it was just one of those rapper remixes, but it turns out it’s the start of a working relationship, according to them. The video is dope too. I never thought I’d see James Blake ridin’ round in a ‘Lac, but that’s pretty much what happens, and they just get grilled by some townies as they do it. It looks pretty great. The best part is James’s half smirk.
And we’re back with a fun trapped-up remix of one of Ferg’s more ignant cuts. Not much to say, except this trend of people choosing a name for themselves and then removing all the vowels is getting a bit old. Also GET THE FUCK OUT MY MOTHAFUCKIN FACE
Before Bjork became Bjork, she was busy doing this:
Most of the time I find Fiona Apple’s music to be rather whiny, overly dramatic and obnoxiously esoteric. But not today. Hot Knife robustly pushes all my complaints away with its very cool production of funky timpani drum line, Portishead-esque piano and a choir of Fiona Apples singing gaily. It’s also, surprisingly, a song where Fiona seems actually happy.
Freddie Mercury is the only singer who could make the line, “I’m burning through the sky! Two hundred degrees, that’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit!” sound cool.
I don’t like this Drake song, but I like this remix. It’s unlike a lot of electronic music out, and I’m always in support of molds being broken. Just a fun track to dance to. Apparently the style is called “Jersey Club,” and while I’m generally against most things associated with that awful state to the west of mine, I’m definitely in support of this.