Showing posts with label pitchfork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pitchfork. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

common

yeah. i fucking did. i am so sick and tired of this shithead's mug. how come there's never a backlash for conscious rappers? they just go from being loved by hippie kids to loved by liberal yuppie soccer moms with jungle fever (once they've starbucks-ed out their sound enough). yeah, fine, "the corner" was pretty tight but suck it pitchfork that record is not an 8.6. and that new one, jesus, i didn't think it could be worse than the cover art but lo and behold. take your stupid hats and your sensitive little poses and your meticulously groomed facial hair and your fucking i love my strong black sisters (and totally know how to pleasure them) raps and just go away. you made one dope record and that was fucking fourteen years ago! ok, fine, your spots on stakes is high ("i used to love her but i now i bone her") and black star ("my circumstance is between cabrini and love jones") were on point but that's like 2 minutes of verse from 10+ years ago. oh, yeah, and didn't you hear from your buddy kanye? you can't be conscious and hate homosexuals anymore, it don't jibe. go be unconscious somewhere.

p.s. remember when you got sued by the shittiest, limpest ska band of all time? yeah, that was funny.

Monday, April 14, 2008

atlas sound

i was hoping to get this here blog started off with a bang rather than a whimper (a "suck it!" for the ages if you will, some asshole we could all agree upon), but shit is all about being timely and this little fucker's blog half-life is awfully short (fingers crossed!). bradford cox's musical cock is getting blown all up and down the interwebs for his lackadaisical spacemen 3 rips and i, for one, am calling bullshit. SUCK IT ATLAS SOUND! oh, you too deerhunter, and animal collective can get them salivating glands ready in the wings.