Texas rapper TisaKorean has done a pretty good job approximating what it felt like to hear a distorted Yung Joc song blasting out of a passing car in 2006. His joyous, silly style uses drops like a damn noise musician. Tisakorean is to Soulja Boy what Brianiac was to Devo? Just getting loose here. I also like this one, which has a serious Neptunian edge to it.
As long as we are talking Devo, let’s get some egg punk in. As far as the current wave of the genre goes, Snooper is one of the best. They even played South By Southwest. How’s that for an egg punk band? Clearly, the saga continues. But I fuck with this song. It sounds tiny and demented. Snooper’s got the rainbow rock windbreakers on lock, they got the nice primitive computer graphics on lock. I think I even heard an Amen break on their last EP.
Mariboy Mula Bar (Feat. Big Steff) “Brittney Griner”
The award for Milwaukee Rap Song Of The Month goes to “Britney Griner.” I’m obsessed with the beat, courtesy of Baby On The Track. It has a cool springy synth squiggle coming in and out of something emotional and poppy. A few might call the synth “nagging.” It’s above my paygrade as a music blogger to make that determination.
Jay TP “Heads Will Roll (Jersey Club Remix)”
Have nothing all that interesting to say about this YYYs/A-Trak club flip other than it “kind of goes hard.” First heard on the 100 Gecs Boiler Room… Just being honest with you people here…
The new Meet Me @ The Alter record has some real nice mall punk moments. We should expect nothing less from Fueled By Ramen. One of these bands needs to bite the bullet and write a song called “Crying in Hot Topic.” How has that not been done before?
MIX OF THE WEEK: NTS “French Jazz: A Special”
Not gonna cap and say I know anything about French jazz. I do know a little something about boutique internet radio stations, though. I mean, I already referenced Boiler Room today. What do you want me to say? I’m an aging hipster… It’s already embarrassing that I’m saying shit like “not gonna cap.” So… Might as well double down. With that in mind, a two-hour, NTS-curated show of Parasian jazz almost feels too on the nose for my dumb ass to enjoy. But it really worked for me on a rainy Saturday morning. I had a monthly NTS show for a few years. Dip into that archive, if you dare. I wish I had it cataloged it in a more focused way. But hey: That’s life.