Oh man, this is my type of sh*t right here. When given the option I usually end up throwing something like this on and reveling in the orgasmic feeling of staying on the line between smiling and weeping. You should try it, it's fun AND depressing. I couldn't decide if I liked this live version better, but I might. If you watch it, pay attention to that mic combination they got going on. I don't know the mics or anything but you can tell by the shapes that whoever set it up knows what's up. This song was also in that nigerian movie I saw, which was both kind of surprising and also a reminder that I didn't know sh*t about the state of nigerian film.
Look at that. 2 chainz is sounding like vintage 2 chainz. At the very least, weezy's voice is sounding like vintage drugged out weezy. And doesn't everything sound better backed by the roots?
It's no secret that we here at hella.diamonds would all list Peedi Crakk in our Top 5 DOA. This opinion is supported by his inspired performances on some of the illest mixtape and radio freestyles ever recorded. It's been a minute since he's released anything new, stating in a recent-ish interview that he needed to step away from the game for awhile to take care of his family and grow up a little. Until that sorts itself out, whenever I need some grimy percocet rap, I'm in the archives. That's how I found...
THIS.
If rap had an all-star league with starting fives comprised of the top 5 rappers from each city, Peedi, Beanie, Black Thought, Meek Mill and Freeway would probably take Philly to the conference finals. Maybe win a ring or two with Big Willie Style behind the bench. Imagine if that was the lineup for State Property 2016? Someone get Dame on the phone. Until then this is the closest it'll get.
This guy. With his first television appearance. I've noticed colbert is really trying to be the hippest with the musical guest choices. It's working though. The real performance starts at a minute fifteen but you should check out the first song to decide whether it includes an interpolation of the "spottieottiedopaliscious" horns. That second song is the sh*t. He even flosses a bit and gets on the drums. Musical motherf**kers love showing you they're musical motherf**kers.
Two of the most important things that went into a great lead singer in the 90's: Heartbreaking lyrics and apparent disinterest in singing them. Hope Sandoval is my favorite example. Found this VH1 performance while searching for "Guitar Players With Sideburns Wearing Berets". Mazzy Star was Lana Del Rey for drug users.
Editor's note: At first I thought, it's crazy I've never seen this, then i noticed it aired on vh1 europe. I think the world was bigger back then.
I've watched this three times in the last week and it's made me cry a little bit each time.
F**king Beach House man. Never change Beach House. I can listen to these folk do exactly what they've been doing until the day I inevitably fall of a cliff on a tropical vacation. There are these times when you discover an artist/group/whatever and you fall in love with a piece of their work, but then they release something new and it's just the same sh*t and it makes you want to die because you thought they were proof of something greater, but really they just had one good idea. That's not the case with these two, the style is perfect. As long as victoria legrand keeps writing these goddamn melodies, that sh*t'll never get tired. Also, if you've never heard their album "teen dream"... you. are. tripping.