Did you know we started this new joint, CA All Day? Yup. That’s where Verbal be at, so we thought it would be a cool idea to hold down both of the states we respectively reside in. (For the possible new jacks, I’m in Rhode Island. Get a clue.) We haven’t gone back to stock-up the category with the shit-tons of California sound posted from the previous three years, but we’ll get there soon enough.
In the meanwhile, here’s a double-dose of that Cali chronic. Take two and pass…
I totally endorse Freddie Gibbs and his homeboy pulling a stick-up move on this chump in the beginning of the video. Anyone who is enough of a lame to wear a Scarface jacket deserves to get robbed at gunpoint. You’re asking for it.
Verbal and I offer a great juxtaposition here on The Echo Chamber Blog. We both have a different style of writing, a different sense of humor, and, most recently, a glaringly different taste in hip-hop. He’ll bring you five straight posts of obscured nerdery, and I’ll follow with a video featuring gigantic banana clips, rock-smoke, and feel-good stories of crime. I’m really quite happy with how things are going around here.
Yesterday I held a vinyl copy of the Freddie Gibbs x Madlib Thuggin’ EP. Even though I’m a sucker for limited pressings like this one, I passed on the purchase and walked out of Newbury Comics with Black Sabbath Vol. 4, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, and Sabotage.
Before I went to The Bridge last night for the Sense One record release, I had two glasses of cheapo red wine. The first I enjoyed while watching the Bruin’s downfall, but the following one was chugged in order to make the event on time. Just before I left, a retweet came across my Twitter feed that stated something along the lines of no pedicure being good enough to hide a dame’s “thug feet.” I spent approximately the next sixty-seconds fighting off the urge to vomit.
That’s all. Let us know what you think of the video.
Earlier at work my boss and I were chopping it up about hip-hop. Our conversations are essentially strings of attempted recommendations that never amount to anything. We’ll share a similar opinion every once in a while, but, for the most part, the typical back and forth goes down like so…
Boss: You should give Childish Gambino a listen.
Me: Who the what the fuck no.
Our talk is never constructive. The music we suggest to each other is brushed off like flakes of dandruff — quickly and with a slight disgust. At least it’s a two-way street, though. Following that brief exchange was this…
Me:Rapping with Paul White may be the best album of 2011.
Boss: Who’s on it?
Me: A bunch of dudes. Danny Brown…
*CRICKETS*
Needless to say, our tastes differ. He hates the new Freddie Gibbs mixtape; I hurry home to blog about the new Freddie Gibbs and Madlib project I caught wind of on my lunch break. It’s just like that.
If I haven’t lost you by now, you’re a very special person. And I thank you. That said, I’ll get to the point — Freddie Gibbs & Madlib have pressed-up a vinyl EP titled Thuggin’, which is also the name of the track you see featured above. Its main objective is to promote their upcoming album slated for an early 2012 release. You can cop the vinyl EP via Stones Throw, but do so quickly as I’m not sure how limited this release is.
We’ll be having more news and/or music concerning the currently unnamed full-length Lib & Gibbs collaboration, so stay tuned.
When I first heard the new Strong Arm Steady joint, I was almost convinced that, much like Tame One, Phil the Agony had smoked himself to the brink of retardation. If it wasn’t for the fantastic Madlib production, I may have given up on the album and filed it into my collection to be never touched again.
Because I resent having to pay for albums that blow, I gave the LP a few more chances to see if there was any warming-up to be had. Turns out, I actually adapted to Phil’s often-unbalanced rhyme delivery and I now plan to rep this album as one of the best of 2010 (which has already started to be pieced together) at the end of the year.
Anyway, you should know that The Ag hasn’t lost it. Neither have Krondon or Madlib.
Get nice to that. And vibe out with the help of some fine green ingredients.
(Props to anyone who knows what song the title to this post came from.)
Ayo, I’m not going to lie here. I have shit loads of other stuff I should be posting right now, but I’m way too tired (and a little faded) to be putting thought into these sentences.
It’s been a long day. I was up late last night, work was busy as hell today, and Thursday has been the official start of the weekend for about ten years now. So it should go without saying that I’m beat. (Already.)
But you know how it goes. Me and the homie Bonez keep in touch on the regular about the music we be listening to, and I’ve been preaching the Madlib production on that new Strong Arm Steady joint all day long. It’s seriously some of his best.
I’ll hopefully be back within the next 24-48 hours to make a legitimate post or three.
Until then, sweet dreams of dames with tattoo’s, body piercings, and unnatural hair colors. Oh, hell yeah.
