As Dope As It Gets

I first heard Aesop Rock on Wu Tang Meets the Indie Culture. That album was dope as fuck. Underground. Sick beats. The illest Mcs. Wu Tang. Nuff said. Rock was on a track with Del. They both killed the track and I've been a fan ever since. His voice is soothing. His rhymes are ridiculous. He's  so far ahead of his time. Or nowhere near time at all. More like air walking in an alternative dimension. Blind aka high as fuck. Rhyming his dick off. His new album The Impossible Kid is a perfect example of that. Bat shit crazy good. Don't sleep on this.

The New Soul

I've always been a sucker for classic soul. Something about it just resonates me. It makes me smile. It makes me high. But there's only so much soul out there. I don't want to say that I've heard it all, but it's pretty damn close. Today, some try and capture that same style and classiness and live musicianship, to no avail. Of course, there's Leon Bridges, Maxwell, Anderson Paak, and so on. I just don't think they have the same appeal as BJ the Chicago Kid has. He's got style. He's got the voice. He's got the band. He's new. He's fresh. At the same time, he's also paying tribute to all of those that have paved the way before him. He also brings in a lil hip hop flavor to the mix. Like in his song "the New Cupid". Check it out below. He just might capture your ever fading heart.

Good Poetry

Poetry does not interest me. Although, I do write it. However, when I go and read someone else's, I find nothing. It's a shame with such beautiful language at our disposal, we have such monstrous piles of horseshit to shift through. Every once in a blue cock, I do find something that intrigues me. Reagan Butcher is one of these motherfuckers. His book, Stone Hotel, is about the time he spent in prison and it fucking amazes me and inspires me. Not to go to prison, but that you can turn such an awful and horrendous dose of life and still manage to make a lush garden out of it. This is the first poem:

Wild-Eyed Pistol Waver

showing the
gun

to the korean
man

behind the counter

my voice smooth as syrup
saying

the money

his blank face

screwed into puzzlement

his voice a question

the money?

i got pissed

yeah, the money, motherfucker
or i’ll kill you

but that was a lie

there was
only one person

in that room i wanted
to kill

and he
is sitting right here

telling you
this

Get this book here:Stone Hotel: Poems From Prison, now you fools. Unless, you really enjoy reading that boring ass shit. Your decision.

Doom Metal Fuckers

Hour of 13 makes my nipples and my taint hard. Yeah that's right I said it. The lead singer, Phil Swanson, sounds like a young ozzy and looks like a fucking bum. It's fucking awesome. Combine his miraculous voice with some slow asss, heavy ass, catchy ass fucking doom metal, then you have fucking eargasms for days, for months, for as long as you listen to them. I've been listening to their last album, 333, for years now and I'm still in love with it. It's a goddamn shame they haven't released anything since then because I'm clawing at my veins in hope of another fix. Please Hour of 13 release something, anything, any time soon here or I'm afraid they'll be nothing left of my flesh and I really don't want to feel the pain of my broken nails scraping across my scarred bones.

Underground Hip Hop That Must Be Heard

Underground hip hop is the ruler. All else seems severely lacking in dopeness and soul. Paranom is one of these artist pushing the boundaries of what it means to make good music for our mind, body, and spirit. It's too bad because his videos have only about 1000 views, which means his talent is far from recognized. If it was up to me, his music would be on the radio. It would be played in schools. It would be played all across the fucking country. He reminds me of a cross between early Mobb Deep beats and grimeness and Rakim's delivery and just 90s boom bap rap in general(the best era for hip hop). Everything amazing. IT's what hip hop should sound like. On top of all that, his spitting always has a hint of wisdom and a hard truth giving me goosebumps with every track I hear.

Cope his shit boi!