Monica/Sexyy Red “So Gone X SkeeYee (Evan The DJ Blend)”
Everyone’s favorite rap song of the summer just got reloaded so it can run through the autumn. It’s "SkeeYee," scratchy soul style. It’s “SkeeYee,” pumpkin spice style. So cozy! I’m all for speeding up or slowing down songs; I’m all for adding reverb or distortion or fucking with stems. Sometimes, though, nothing beats the humble mash-up, the humble DJ blend. An acappella over an instrumental... What a concept.
Theee Retail Simps “Save Your Opinion”
Sick of beatdown hardcore and wispy Zoomer pop rock? Try out some garage rock for a change. Good song title, good lyrics. Rock and roll still has the ability to fry my brain and make me want to delete my Substack. Thank god!
Mixing “Laffy Taffy” by D4L into “Fiesta” by Sicko Mobb always works. TisaKorean understands this: Here he alludes to “Fiesta” over a track that sounds like snap music as interpreted by a turn-of-the-century noise musician. American Energy Music. There’s still nothing like it.
I can’t remember the last time I heard such a pure frat rap tune. This is music made to accompany an overhead drone shot of a Big 10 campus. “I just pulled up to Penn State/You know that I can’t wait/We about to party ‘til the sun comes up.” Whether you like it or not… Whether you want to admit it or not… That’s a bar.
Show Me The Body “WW4 (Swishahouse Remix)”
Michael 5000 Watts blesses New York’s most singular aggressive rock band with a slowed remix. It’s not until the end of the cut that the shit really gets chopped up and not slopped up, as OG Ron C says, and then everything sounds like Eyehategod, on a trip from New Orleans to Houston, reupping on supplies.
MIX OF THE WEEK: Bobby Beethoven “RA.900 Podcast”
Formally Total Freedom, Ashland Mines is now known as Bobby Beethoven. Yes, it’s true: He is one of the most influential DJs of the past 20 years. Yes, it’s true: During the depressing years I spent living in Los Angeles, watching him "spin" was one of the few decent things I could count on. Here, he throws down in the classic clattering mode, the one that made a million connections and birthed a million imitators. It’s abrasive and euphoric and all that; in his hands, it’s still some of the best shit, 100 percent.