F.G.S. “I’m Growing A Cross Around My Neck”
F.G.S. is the new project from Flannery Silva, formerly of game-changing artpunk duo Odwalla88/1211. Her new music has nothing to do with noise, though: it’s a singular take on Americana. The conceptualism is a given; the songwriting is on an unusually high level. “I’m Growing A Cross Around My Neck” is her second single, and it comes with a classic video from Guy Kozak, shot at a theater in Upstate New York. In a world overflowing with “mid-ass singer-songwriters,” F.G.S. is the antidote.
Nice to hear some new music from 70th Street Carlos, who at different points over the past six or seven years has been one of the more exciting rappers in the USA. “Profit” finds him at 2018 strength. The beat is a minimal take on the Baton Rouge stomp, which Carlos stylishly stumbles his way through, dropping casual punchlines about dropping expensive rings down the drain.
Omar S (Feat. Taylor) “Some Good Loving”
Finally got around to reading the Dilla book, so Detroit’s been on my mind. Omar S is more from the four-on-the-floor school of the city, but the groove here feels like a connective tissue. I recommend his recent EP: it is Detroit magic supreme. There is even a ghettotech song.
Let’s rock with a bloghouse revival remix care of someone who was in the bloghouse game the first time around. Obviously, I can’t be mad: I’m a self-hating millennial hipster music blogger. My goal is to have a family in the Midwest by the time the second bloghouse revival comes along. Song sounds pretty good, though. I like the Frenchy fretless bass work.
Tupac Shaquille Oneal “Big Dope Smoker”
Tupac Shaquille Oneal. Great rapper name, and it also happens to be his real one, too. He made maybe the catchiest weed rap tune of the year, just in time for 4/21. For real, the chorus is so catchy that I almost assume he’s interpolating a famous rap song that I’m too braindead to figure out.
MIX OF THE WEEK: Rick West “Flavor Vol. 13”
Another hit from the Mixtape Magic archives. This is that Tampa palm tree breakbeat shit. It conjures up images of bleached blonde hairstyles and botched ecstasy deals. I like to listen to it and at the same time write a middling A24 movie in my mind. I first heard about Rick West through Jubilee, naturally.