Quick Note: I updated the “Underdog Pop” Spotify playlist. 15 songs that attempt to explain, in one way or another, where my current project RUSTBELT is coming from. Alright. Back to The Report.
It's been a minute since I threw a Certified cut on The Report, but I’ve been waiting for one that tickles my cranium just right. It’s the hoarse, ahhh-style punchlines that do it for me here. The green screen visuals, too, seem dialed in for maximum “spooky season” damage. I love how he toggles between deep-wooded CGI and the naked green screen—I wish the late, great Dan Graham was alive to check it out.
Acidic squatter techno featuring what sounds like a Miami bass vocal chop. It’s a combination that works. High test gear, for sure, spotted during a Perc set inside that weird room with the green tiles. What’s the deal with that room?
Thoom “London Honda Nasty Taxi”
“London Honda Nasty Taxi” sounds like an SNL electroclash parody. It sounds like an Arular b-side. It sounds like half the acts I played with on tour between 2006 and 2009. I can’t get the chorus out of my head. Tip!
Sematary (Feat. Gonerville and Grave Man) “I Don’t Care About Sleep”
The state of rap rock in 2023: Chief Keef worship, black metal worship, True Religion jeans. Simply timeless teenage dirtbag music, deranged and deep-fried for all the goths in the CVS parking lot on a Friday night. Not as good as “Bunny Suit,” though. That one has a Smashing Pumpkins sample.
Sons Of Sam “Oooh He Got An Afro (Alternate Version)”
We are going to need some Real Hip Hop to counter that Sematary madness, so here’s the Real Hip Hop Report: This 1993 Philly slammer was found on the “Indie Cratez” YouTube account, which I subscribed to probably ten years ago and since then has shown me obscure rap rips on a daily basis—some of which I click on. Crunchy breakbeat action and righteous rage bars.
MIX OF THE WEEK: Kilbourne “PRSPCT PDCT 089”
Kilbourne has been in it for a minute and knows how to connect the dots between a few different strains of hardcore. Unrelenting rave music mixed masterfully. Slamming! Believe it or not, the first Kilbourne track I heard was a club remix of Meek Mill. Which I played the shit out of.