STREAMING // (Track) Sky Ferreira – “Downhill Lullaby”

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Classic Day – Pyramids of Sand

Doom_01Whether wearing the mask of Metal Face, hitting the scenes as King Geedorah, or sparking the flames with more power than the Triple Entente; MF DOOM hit the streets of New York as the steel spitter with comic book overtones. He was the anti-hero for the misfits that connected his self-deprecating humor to the Gladiator-esque Mask that made every listener feel bigger than just the music. It was the vision of how anyone could be a villain, DOOM could be the neighbor who is secretly a music lab rat, or the cousin who has a distinction for the Fantastic Four, or even the writer of this article.

It did not matter who wore the mask, the importance was the impact that DOOM made on hip-hop and the way that music was approached as a community. With the now ten-year-old record, DOOM is as engaging and interesting as he was back when Born Like This first dropped. Much has changed since the last solo record was released, more in the ambiguity of DOOM and how his music has adapted to fit a new generation. The best-kept secret of hip-hop creates a Greek theatre show where the audience interacts and creates narration through a realm of storytelling.

With the pounding drums that form over “GAZZILLION EAR” which is produced by the late and great J Dilla who passed more wisdom in producing in one day than most can obtain in a year. Under the guise of the immaculate team-up that never was, DOOM tags the track with his signature work of no-hook and all bars. His rhyme schemes could create a two-hundred page paper on the wittiness and Ph.D. level poetry that he interweaves through the sections of breakdowns in the beats and manipulations behind Dilla’s work. With these transitions and ability to distribute a melodic iron fist that controls the tracks, DOOM moves in to take more territory with “BALLSKIN”.

He explains openly, “The flow is toe in, precision as an afro trim. All big letters, but it isn’t no acronym. Smack the thin grin off a chin for crack smoking, DDT the first bar, leave the track back broken” which invokes a river of metaphors and similes, as well as visual elements that continue through the one-minute and 30-second boastful self-praise. A common practice for hip-hop comes the initiative to crush on enemies, with DOOM, he forces the hand as he says “Not to call the whole crowd out, it’s just a few chumps, and you know who you are like a shout out.”

MF DOOMAfter a creatively bleak description of a bomb-ridden and depleted Earth by Charles Bukowski, DOOM jumps into this dramatic and frankly frightening beat of “CELLZ” that holds a real weight over the listener’s shoulders. As if the world’s walls are closing in, Born Like This is capitalizing directly on how DOOM can play the crowd like a marionette, strings attached to the back as he describes, “Missing wheel, you don’t listen you a feel head. Sitting in the kitchen, pissing, twitching, kissing steel lead. Crime pays no dental, no medical, unless you catch retirement, county, state, or federal.”

DOOM can create more than just a record as an audio-novel where he works samples to manifest a single destiny. While the message may not always be clear, Born Like This is an explosion of color in an ultimately bleak existence. From the 19-base tracks and three remixes of “GAZZILLION EAR”, there is more than enough content to rattle the chains of excitement as hip-hop’s Atlas carries the globe.

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Misc. Day – Hot Seats

no_warning_01Watch the world as it burns around No Warning, the fire churns around the thrashing push to create a confrontational and deliberate attack between the belligerent pummeling that their 2017 release, Torture Culture can create. Watch as not only does the cinder create a mighty rise from the burnt and charred ashes of a shattered split in 2005, which nearly a decade later transpires into one of hardcore’s more open-armed welcomes.

No Warning simply put is tough, the Toronto 416er’s spawned with their last record releasing in 2004, without much noise besides the work of singles and compilation albums. As Torture Culture rears the water-boarded face behind drench bandages and a bloodied demeanor, No Warning is back to fight. With some of the earliest installments of the group defining a new reckoning of thrash in the modern sense, No Warning are officially seasoned in the game. Even with a break in the action between 2005 – 2013, those first ambient sounds of radio crushes and subtle guitar work invoke the magic behind the insanity of a live show.

“Headless” then erupts with the force of 1000 suns, the guitars are in a frenzy and contain more punch than a lit fuse in a firework factory. That’s what makes No Warning such an interesting act to study and listen to is the fact that they are volatile and can overflow at any time. Just as soon as the harsh singing forms over the lightning quick riffs and strength through percussion, the pulverizing power is overtaking as a mighty wave would be. In the first near-four minutes that “Headless” forms, No Warning strikes immediate fear into the hearts and bears witness to the accountability of how blessed a reunion can feel.

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Every track inches closer and closer to this cliffside that pressures the listener into an always cornering emotional dissonance. The unstoppable figure, in this case, is No Warning holding no remorse or sense of pity as the gruff punch continues to beat as an always adaptable presence. With “Hell Realm” the curtain draws on the mid-point of Torture Culture and creates this familiar feeling behind the style. Not only have the previous tracks felt like a continuation of each other, running and flowing synonymously in a format that becomes unnoticed, keying together pieces of one large, raging, and burning puzzle.

The measures of engagement that No Warning holds over the listener’s head, creating a dichotomy between the stomping and the mosh pits where there are no laws, no saviors, and certainly no stopping until Torture Culture draws to a final close. Between the right hooks, the uppercuts, and the steel-toed boot assaults, No Warning is surprisingly adventurous and sparks that intrigue in a band that almost seemingly died out among the dwindling ember.

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New Music – Willow Spring’s Treasure            

Kari_01The love from Little Rock, Kari Rose Johnson who is better known by her performing alias Kari Faux is one of the better-kept secrets of hip-hop. A pioneer and one of the leading women in a hook-frenzy with glossed production pieces, Faux is deliberate but understanding. The way that she rides the blissful rhythmic instrumentation from verse to hook captivates, instantly closing the eyes and drifting away to a one-two shuffle.

With her newest piece CRY 4 HELP, she cultivates on all the methods she was releasing previously, but manages to sustain a new model of beauty in only 17-minutes. She performs and effortlessly persuades the listener with her voice of velour, which is still fierce and ready to pounce within a moments notice. As the curtain pulls back to reveal “MEDICATED” where the reverberation on her laugh creates a laidback approach to the simple snare taps and hi-hat rattles. She is in full swing as she repeats “Here we go again, another low again. Here we go again, another high again.” The almost snake-esque shuffles that follow with her sounds are smooth, Faux can turn even the most stressful of situations into what becomes soaring high above the clouds.

CRY 4 HELP touches modern renditions of the secondhand love-making style of RnB. Though Faux may not be an originator of this sound, she does so in a skillfully and kari_02reinvigorating way that resembles the remaking of the wheel. With the progressing track “LEAVE ME ALONE”, CRY 4 HELP is simply monumental with these choruses that exclaim through an unfastened seat-belt level of danger “Don’t hit my line, don’t call my phone. And don’t waste my time, leave me alone.” Faux is doing the mental calisthenics game where she bounces between the grace of chorus and verse structures but does so in perfect finesse.

CRY 4 HELP breaks the rules without breaking a sweat, with Faux as the leading wick to the TNT where emotions explode and melt into the speakers. She is active and from even the first glance, appears in some of the most fantastic fever dreams of Southern belle charm. She can work a crowd through hooks that are as catchy as they are relatable. With complimentary visions that flood into her music; Kari Faux jumps into your heart and bounces out just as quickly as she jumped in, leaving nothing but a hopeful apparition following behind her.

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STREAMING // (Video) The Fader X WAV – “Maliibu Miitch is the New Leader of the Bronx”

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Produced by The FADER

Director: Scott Perry

Producer: Chloe Campion

Executive Producers: Rob Stone, Jon Cohen, Andy Cohn, Anthony Holland, Scott Perry

Senior Production Manager: Madison LaClair

Associate Producer: Claire Lilly

Director of Photography: Frances Chen

Assistant Camera: Aron Romanoff

Production Assistant: Akram “Zulu” Aljabri

Sound Recordist: Miliken Gardner

Photographer: Lauren Gesswein

Editor: Jake Fertig

Title Animations: Nikhil Shah

Colorist: Carlos Flores

Sound Mix: Jake Viator