Some new visuals from Stones Throw. Dave Dub with “Superfly” off of his latest release, The Treatment. Dave Dub has hit the walls of TECB previously with his work as one half of The Fucking Mutants with Megabusive. This beat, courtesy of Tape Mastah Steph, reminds me a little of “Smokefest ’99″ off of Rap Life by Tash, which I just dusted off a few days ago for the first time in years. I’m really feeling the slow tempo’d beat against Dub’s brisk delivery. Plus my man dons a silk robe. Not too much more G than that.
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.
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.
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.