OUR FAVORITE NEW MUSIC & MOVIES! - Amoeba Music

jIMETTA ROSE
you can catch me groovin’ &
crooning at register 3
Blu – nO yORK!
To me he’s one of the most skilled lyricists &
storytellers of our time. This one is sure to be
a classic & will hopefully catapult this LA born
emcee into the mainstream where he belongs!
The Foreign Exchange –
Authenticity (HBDL)
With features from Darien Brockington, Sy
Smith, and newcomer Jesse Boykins this album
is another solid, well orchestrated display of the
effortless chemistry we’ve come to expect from
Nicolay & phonte!
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble –
Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (FrCx)
Think Fela kuti meets Sun ra with a dash of
Coltrane over a straight hip-hop beat and
you’ve got the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble. Eight
horn playing brothers from Chi-town. The music
is absolutely amazing, do yourself a favor and
check them out!
Elis Regina
I’m sure anything by Elis will create an instant
love affair between you & her voice. However
this DVD is great because it provides the viewer
with an intimate one-on-one setting with the
beautiful singer & her three piece band which
includes legendary pianist/composer Antonio
Carlos Jobim! The good news is you don’t have
to know portugeuse to enjoy the wonderful
tunes!
Drake – Thank Me Later
(CASH MONEY/UNIVErSAL MOTOWN)
Ok…I know you may be thinking…DrAkE
how’d he get on this list? Well, the truth is his
style is frickin infectious. From his flows to his
slightly auto tuned vocals he’s on point. And so I
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guess what I’m sayin is… forget later…I’m just
gonna thank him now!
Tip:
This is my etc list…songs that are lovely, TV shows I’m
hooked on, etc.
De La Soul - “Trying People”
Hugh Masekala - “Stimela”
Zero 7 - “Likufanele”
Asa - “Jailer”
Keite Young - “Alone With You”
Koop - “Whenever There is You”
Georgia Anne Muldrow - “Falling” (don’t sleep on her!)
Bilal - “Robots” / “All Matter” / “Levels”
True Blood
Supernatural (cheesy but entertaining)
* and may I humbly suggest checkin out my music!!! :)
jON
J Cole/J Electronica/Big
K.R.I.T. – T.B.D (rOC NATION/DEF JAM)
Order from chaos. Imposing patterns on data.
Self similarity in fractals. The South’s re-rise.
What it really do when three profusely & profoundly
lyrical spitters swagger forth from the
land’s lower regions? Having been beset & besieged
by a (pre)school of Youngs, Boys & Lil’s,
this troika of simba wachanga are operating on
full growed-folk frequency. All two pronged like
rampant rabbits, they excite mikes & titilate
boards (mixing & message) with balanced skill
& vision, amphisbaenae spittin venom from both
ends, dropping noetic poetics & twisting knobs
like purple nurples.
From the depths of Nola’s Magnolia & shining
with phosphorescent bioluminesence, Jay Electro
bestows that god hop, om bap, weird is bond
visine for the third eye. Hailing from the Humpback
i crooked letter crooked letter i, Big krIT,
in the Scarface/Bun B tradition of “you can’t
spell thought without thug,” rocks raw dog ruminations
on evolutionary theory and the allure
of the calliphygistic. Fayetteville’s Jermaine Cole
plays utility, the errman, not doin dirt but close
enough to those kickin up dust, not necessarily
flippin more birds than a deaf mute w/Tourette’s
but probably still listed as a known associate.
Snatched by J-Hova (along w/Jay Elec-ramadan),
forming some kind of J-themed pyramid scheme,
3 legs of a righteous triangle w/Jigga What signin,
cosinin’ & playing all the angles like pythagoras,
whilst the young un’s put paid to the past like
dead precedents.
krIT & Cole both rhyme over Souls’ “93’ Til Infinity.”
perhaps here be the separate 6 degrees
(or, might could, the 33 degrees. Chilluminatti?).
But the 2-10 was lousy w/ “93” revivals, fellow
Town citizens Mistah Fab & Young gully, droppin
odes to the O, and Wax flowin logorrheaticly
over A-plus’ fortified 45’d freak of “Heather.”
Applying Supreme Mathematics, you get Born
Understanding sum Understanding much like
Wisdom Cipher knowledge Cipher sums Overstanding,
the zig zag zig, keeping it 360. Easy, Star,
it’s all mathemagics.
But the souths are bubblin all over. Still back ear
wet vets like pac Div & Blu labor for the majors
with the long rumored & affiliates like Tiron &
Ayomari rumble on the under like correct tectonics.
New West impress, too.
TL Barrett & the Youth for
Christ Choir – Like a Ship
(Without a Sail) (LIgHT IN THE ATTIC)
Though the title recalls rJDio’s “ship without a
storm” (requiscat in pace to the longhaired, leaping
gnome, hisElf reminiscent of kirby’s doggerel
spewing Etrigan, with his penchant for rhyming
for the sake of riddling), pastor TL Barret & the
Youth for Christ Choir’s Like a Ship (Without a
Sail)’s liable to put the holy spirit up in
the most godless of heathens. The bass
bobs & bubbles like an abrupted take
on Jerry Jemmott’s dyadic bump in
“The revolution Will Not Be Televised,”
before burbling forth in an
ecstatic erumption, the rhodes staying
stolid, steady & placid, while the
congregation’s massforce of faith &
joy spreads like a contagion of glory.
When the seas froth with blood &
the sky rolls scrollish, as gog & Magog
contend with the righteous and
the Mahdi gets to scrappin with the
Dajjal and it’s looking like ragnarok
with Lord Arioch as the gibbous &
gibbering Cthulhoid legions rend the
weft & weave of this world’s fragile fabric,
no disrespect to “Onward Christian
Soldiers” or tobyMac, but this is the sound
that will rouse souls to hang in & hold on.
Curren$y – “Fashionably
Late” (rOC A FELLA)
Springing from the fidgety digits that birthed
monsters for Original Flavor, Camp Lo & Jay-z,
Ski’s “Fashionably Late”’s beat is like Currensy’s
avatar, his daemon, the synergistic symbiote. The
snare drags & lags, the chords drawl, spilling out
blazedly, lazily, a stuttered & quantized robosoul,
circuits rebooted & zooted, its spirit in conflict
with its mechanics, programmed for perfection
but yearning for fallibility. (From the album Pilot
Talk 2)
Jim Sullivan – Highways
(LIgHT IN THE ATTIC)
Though he gigged the funky fern bar & hot tub
wilderlands of ’70s Malibu, Jim Sullivan’s words
& sounds evinced & presaged the sage brush &
hot spring sandscapes where he ultimately went
walkabout. Ensconced in Jimmy Bonds rococo &
roll arrangements, Sullivan’s the grain that compels
the beshelled to extrude the nacre and result
the pearl. With sipple strings glissanding and
Earl palmer & the Wrecking Crew ably enabling,
he tries to affirm his ties to the world over the
road’s constant call.
Why Be Something That
You’re Not/Touch & Go
In the primordial (even pre-dial up) epoch that
was the late-’70s/early-’80s, when folks had
a hankerin to confab cross mighty expanses,
fanzines bore the Word as did tapes the
Sound. Like smoke signals, talking
drums, carrier pigeons & terrestrial
radio, ’zines were the means for
reachin’ the far-aways. Some offhand
mention in a review or interview
could lead to a whole
new spectrum of gleeous
scree, from Terveet kadet to
Throbbing gristle, Albert Ayler
to Bobby Babylon, MC5 to
Treacherous 3. Flipside, Mrr,
Suburban Voice, Big Takeover,
Sick Teen, all delivered the skinny
on the real what-up-tho with punk
circa way back when. But for pure
style, grit & gristle, Lansing, MI’s Touch
& go was runnin’ tings. Nothing was
sacred (other than, mayhap, Agnetha
Faltskog) and errthang was hilarious,
sluiced with a slurry of hep talk, feeble
evil & puerile vitriol. Old enough
to have tastes informed by pre punk
squawk & skronk but still vibing off the
buzz & howl of the new breed, Tesco Vee &
Dave Stimson chronicled & catalyzed early ’80s
Midwest hardcore, dropping two of the semenal
Rosetta boulders in the first Necros & Fix
7s when they transmogrified paper into plastic
with the label.
Back then it was Chinese Whispers & shade tree
archeology, zine by zine, scene by scene, tapes &
7”s formed the dangly ganglia and touring bands
were the connective tissue, traveling on a dollar
& a dream, running & huffing on fumes. Major
metropoli like LA/OC, NY & SF begat & beheld
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