Murs originally planned to release ten albums in 2010, but someone stole his laptop which contained most of the beats and lyrics. He still managed to release his album with Terrace Martin, which is the only one I really cared about. He told HipHopDX about the project last April, “I have a record with Terrace Martin called Melrose. It’s extremely raunchy and out of control. The cover itself is a statement.” Look closely. It’s subtle.
“It’s No Surprise” is a blast. No saxophones or social dialogue, just beer, blowjobs, and a banging beat. But wait, isn’t that all rap music? Yes, but Murs and Terrace are self-aware and take full advantage of how funny this rap shit can be. If only Waka Flocka had such a sense of humor.
Ghostpoest sounds like the pen name of a 16 year old who wears a cape to school and writes Lord of the Rings fan fiction. Thankfully, Ghostpoet is more pensive and mumbly than sulky and tragically misunderstood. “Survive It” even has a cutesy, uplifting hook that you’ll either love or hate. Ghostpoet is kind of like a sadder, more distant Wyclef. Pre-Shakira of course. Beats are dope too. The album is out now.
No two Bink! beats sound alike nowadays. There was the soulful “Devil in a New Dress” which reminded everyone that Bink! still exists, the ice cold “Soo Woo,” the g’d up “Smoke Sumthin” and now the introspective “Train Lights.” Newcomer Gilbere Forte raps like a less nasally Drake. His mixtape Eyes of Veritas drops Tuesday.
Mr. Ettelson has a point. Fizzy Womack (aka Lil Fame of M.O.P.) may just be today’s top supplier of grimy rap sounds. I’d say he and Roc Marciano are tied. B.A.M.’s The Overload EP is due this year, produced entirely by Fame.
Does “I Need a Doctor” make up for nearly a decade of false starts? Does it live up to the endless adulation of Dr. Dre as the ultimate perfectionist? Is it the second single from an album that will revolutionize recorded music? Is it better than “Kush”?
I think it’s pretty good. Eminem and Dre try to portray Detox‘s repeated delays as a deeply personal crisis from which Em has to rescue his mentor, but Dre doesn’t play a very convincing tortured soul. He’s had his share of life troubles, but he’s happy enough to sell headphones, laptops, and Dr. Pepper. Eminem does the screaming and Dre recites a largely dispassionate third verse.
Alex da Kid’s beat is impressive. It’s in the pop/rock lane just like “Love the Way You Lie” and at the same time hard enough for Dre.
Hopefully there isn’t too much soul-searching on Detox. Dre doesn’t have a strong enough voice to tell his life story. He’s more comfortable in the producer’s chair. Or the executive producer’s chair.
Homeboy Sandman rapping with a live band is a beautiful thing. The Live at the Clubhouse Vol. 1 EP will also feature Blu and Freddie Gibbs. After the break, watch the video for “Fully Equipped” as well as a clip of Boy Sand performing his forthcoming single “72 For Chosenberg” in the backseat of a cab.
Most throwback rap recalls the late 80s and early 90s, but “Bounce Squad Blackout” is a refreshing homage to New York post-Biggie, pre-9/11. I need to hear this with a DJ screaming “Streetsweepers” or “Cluemanatti” over it.