The beats and the lyrics matter on “Flockaveli,” the debut album by the Atlanta rapper Waka Flocka Flame, but everything important about this album is captured in the ad-libbed vocal interjections sprinkled throughout, which approximate the fight captions of old “Batman” episodes: “Bam!” “Pow!” “Whap!” “Boom!” “Oof!”
“Flockaveli” (Asylum/Warner Brothers) is an album about pain, the physical kind. It’s a brutalist concoction, one of the most bracing and unforgiving hip-hop releases in recent memory. Almost single-handedly, and without context, it rediscovers hip-hop’s pugnacity in an era of extreme melodic sophistication, an idiosyncratic anomaly.
Waka Flocka Flame, a protégé of the wordplay specialist Gucci Mane, is a stilted, awkward and possibly awful rapper. In interviews, he speaks openly of his disdain for high-end lyricism. His rhymes barely merit quoting. But he’s thrilling nonetheless, a dynamo of emphasis and innate charm. (READ MORE)
By the way, shout out to Waka, his brother Paul, Dwayne Jones and the whole entourage.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Happy Birthday Hip Hop
3 Little Digs Episode 1 (Happy Birthday Hip Hop) from 3 little digs on Vimeo.
Shout to Groove, Mali & Jus!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Stadium Red Expansion Party
I'm sure this party was crazy. Shout to Ariel, Julie, Omen, Claude and the whole Stadium Red fam.
BET Cypher feat Vado, Ray Chesta, Fonzworth Bentley, Laws, Reema Major, Nick Javas
Shout out to Laws who I met Friday night. He ripped this shit. Vado of course.
But the real surprise here is Reema Major. She's nice as hell.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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