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“Life And Death of The Earth In The Key Of F”
Directed By: Gabriel Rodriguez-Fuller
Written By: Shamel Cee-Mystery
Produced By: Lauren Carolina Davis
Cinematography By: Godfred Sedano
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A Spell For The Death Of Man by Woe is a record that from the inceptive moments burns as this raging effigy, translating distress and abyss-like dread into the forefront of the 42-minute long drag. When the pieces of hammer-smashed judgment finally reaches a resting place, the audience is forced to stare the aftermath directly in the face.
Opening with “Solitude,” the two-minute-long build-up is enough to create a subtle tension before Woe launches more heavily into the onslaught of continuous walls of noise. Not only from the jump is the record a rolling monster, but the lyrics that describe, “The final form surrounding that which we never have known. So bleak it is that nothing will escape, the enemy of all that was and all that should have been.” Spoken mostly in these riddle-esque descriptions, Woe is prolific at intricate writing over an emotionally driven instrumental backing. Even when the anger seems unceasing, Woe is continually matched in energy.
If it is at all possible, A Spell For The Death Of Man has some seconds where the record is truly beautiful and holds this seismic gaze over the listener. With tracks that span an average of six minutes, the time spent with gradual sculpting and strong structure sticks to the brain, especially on the track “Longing Is All That Will Remain.” Here, Woe is essential at combining punishing instrumentation but also the practicability of approachability.
If shorter, more punchy flavored tracks speaks instead, “Wake In Mourning” details accounts of unwieldable misery. Describing, “To rise and continue as this anguish persists, another sacrifice to some rancid god of time… Cold barbed wires, the poisoned hand of time, the sun slowly opens its funeral eye.” When first hearing the lyrics and vocal aspects, it is disheartening and almost unwarranted as the writing style is profound, but the shouts are rooted so closely to death and vanquishing pain. When taking a step back, however, the cascading descent is more engaging than distancing.
Before falling to unreachable depths, Woe combines the strength of closed-fist melodies with brass knuckles at the façade. Almost as if it was a warning sign, the smoke clears and leaves A Spell For The Death Of Man as not only work with many moving pieces but as a jigsaw that eternal rest seems to reside in.
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Featuring: Zola Aminah, MIKE, Saji
Track List: SPOR’TERYX, Blue Zones, GET OUT AND STAY OUT, THE WORLD IS OUR LAB, Tales From The Loop, Peach Rhythm Raindrops, DAY FOR ONE, ZAHA CODE, UNITY ACROSS DIFFERENCE, PLEASE JUST BE
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Mastered By: WIll Kill at Dead Air studios
Recorded By: James Rumsey
Art By: Andres Hendrick
Track List: Vicious Cycle, Devil’s Fools, Blind Eyes, Shoot To Kill
Amerikkka never seems to have a misplaced ounce of unusable anguish or disconcerted observation and one of the strongest and most visual narrators to recent recollection has to be $ilkMoney. The way that he can craft storytelling elements to fit an extremely longwinded, but intricate description on his newest record, Attack Of The Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags Of The 85 is a mix of Smith & Wesson lyrical punch and the smooth slide of a carbon fiber frame.
Less about guns and more about the message, $ilkMoney through each release, as I begin to sound closer and closer like a broken record, becomes entirely adept at expressing his own thoughts through clever wordplay and isolated production. Where Attack Of The Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags Of The 85 becomes different as a hip-hop record, or even as a record entirely, is in the lack of most productive natures like 808s and smacking drums. Instead, $ilkMoney makes the production become a classical, almost whimsical sense of these grandioso complexities that are progressive instead of just a feature piece.
On the first track despite the introduction, “I Wanna Be The Superbug When I Grow Up” is a charismatic run on the keys where $ilkMoney is deeply layered with his vocal innuendos and littered with charisma. He describes, “Musical blunt and it’s safe to say that you should face it. So close to the forbidden fruits of my labor I can almost taste it,” with references and an overload of lyrics that at initial impact, is strenuous to take in with one single listen.
Attack Of The Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags Of The 85 is a record that demands to be replayed and to be listened to as deeply as possible. At times, $ilkMoney feels like this prophet that through the acid blotters and hours of staring at the walls in existential thought is a reflection of what’s burning through youth in America. If any track here is a mirror of this, it is “Black Hefty Bag Test” with production from Kahlil Blu which from every playthrough inches nearer to being one of his best tracks of his career.
He describes, “It’s such a shame how they love nigga euphemisms, and nigga movies with no niggas in them. They get a wigga like Bruno Mars to shoot at a dark conclusions… How you win Grammy’s off stealing from niggas who weren’t recipients.” As he continues on, he makes allusions to a sample from Justin Bieber where $ilkMoney illustrates, “I’ll be one less lonely nigga like Justin Bieber, but niggas seem to forget cause I keep me a new Travis Scott feature. Invited to the cookout but I forgot seasonings, forgot my nature and I stopped breathing.”
While the track is no doubt a jagged edge cut into the underlying racism and destruction seen in America, the lines can’t help but bring a smirk to the face when he even samples the same video of Bieber describing “One less lonely Nigger,” as $ilkMoney shines on what others are afraid to face.
Attack Of The Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags Of The 85 is going to be one of the continuous pushes from $ilkMoney that highlights just how he is able to dance around the ugliness of artistic growth where the sun is unable to touch. As he creates off-brand hip-hop if you can even call it that, is more truth over a loose beat that $ilkMoney can roll tighter than a bodega wrap in the midsummer park.
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Produced By: 4EVR, SCAM JAPAN, BSULV, VALORR, T8KO, EVIL GIANE, LANDIS, Q BUGGIN, LINCOLNMINAJ, JXSHTK.1, ISO BEATS, G1ORY1, SKRAPP
Track List: GASOLINE, DONT ACT LYKE, ON GO, KEEP YOU RIGHT HERE, €’s ON ME LIKE EVISUS, DOWN 4 LYFE, KELLY ROWLAND, TALIBAN SOULJA, TRAP TWERK LIKE TRINA, SHED A TEAR 4 DA SET, OFF DA RIP, MOON
While hindsight is always a perfected, crystal clear envisioning of 20/20 vision, being stuck in the moment is an entirely different story. For a band as animalistic and coined as “raw” as The Stooges, their recordings will never do the justice of energetic explosions that their live performances had. But with 1970’s Fun House, the band was able to strip down the studio sessions and craft something that while unsuccessful commercially, was able to brand a bloodied train wreck into the mix of sound.
Originally claiming as The Psychedelic Stooges, The Detroit native band used an industrial front of blazing hammer and anvil tactics that translated into the battle cry for their work. With Fun House, the hammer and anvil acts as a blindsiding nature where at the forefront of the record stands Iggy Pop on the vocals who commands all eyes on him. The remaining Stooges are the anvil in which they begin to crush up toward the audience and close them in, with constraint that is overbearing and deadly at times.
The iconic lineup of Ron Asheton on guitar with backing from Dave Alexander on bass holds pressure against Scott Asheton on the percussion. There is also a new addition to the group with Steve Mackay on the saxophone, providing harsh wails on the self-titled track “Fun House,” “L.A. Blues,” and “1970.” While a short introduction to Mackay can be heard on only three of the seven total tracks, his abrasiveness is a clashing force and can stand toe-to-toe with the band.
Opening Fun House with “Down On The Street” which has this crawling crunch of hood rat backbone and personality with raging amplifiers and a screeching Pop that delivers a strong first handshake. The Stooges are essentially at the midpoint between their trilogy of underappreciated but highly respected records. Their first debut simply titled The Stooges and Raw Power are bookends between Fun House, a record that exists in the most organized chaos possible.
The rambunctiousness and hellish apparitional power that The Stooges hold in just a short career of only a few years is a powerhouse of collective grinding and corroding noise. Every second spent on Fun House is dedicated to creating movement with tracks like “Loose,” “T.V. Eye,” or even “L.A. Blues” which is a shattered glass house of blitzing racket and commotion that pounds for nearly five-minutes of death march toward the end. Only in the silence that follows do The Stooges seem to be completely calmed and no longer a lit kerosene drum in a firework factory.
But it is not always all about the sweet release of power, sometimes with the track “Dirt,” the tension is a building one and acts as an animal more based on lurking and stalking rather than sharpened pouncing. The string work by both Asheton and Alexander here is immaculate and some of the most prolific style that comes from a Stooges record. As they dig into the fretboard to scrape out these otherworldly notes, the talent is showcased even if it takes a mountain of men to uncover it.
When Fun House’s hourglass overturns and the time turns to grains of sand, The Stooges capture the velvet curtain and distress of the youth in the same time that The Beatles were on the charts. It may have never gained golden plaques for the wall, but the influence means more anyway.
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Produced By: Hi-C
Directed By: TrippJones
Shot By: Ggggoldbloom
Edited By: Ggggoldbloom + Moshpit
Cameo By: DirtbagMarley