2012 is sinking in. The European Soccer Championships & The Olympics in London. If we make it to the Summer that is. The future is all up in your face. A colossal political cage match this November in the U.S.Pay. Some cats are going hard without pause, as the kids would say. Super based. Sprinting at the finish line. A whole lot of bills of goods are being sold daily. Still we toast to some less-heralded Primo Quarto champs.
OK, Malkovich. Coming from all angles is one of LA’s best crept secrets. More entertaining than a Tahrir Square campout. Homie is apparently on the East Coast for a grip but listeners new and old should recognize his global quality. Fucking rhymin’ in the persona of Kim Jong Ill, you a fool for that one. So yeah, you get a big shout and mention for this slightly-older tape alone. Let some folks catch up, maybe they will +1 you publicly or add you to their circles. Don’t worry these kids are savvier than Telly Savalas. Don’t sleep on the old RIME Mag brigade. Do your thing Malky.
Cats already know you B. You don’t need any more pub for Lethal Vice. Onto some others.
Homeboy Sandman. Used to see his name pop up on blogs and figured he was some type of Yo Gotti or Gucci Mane. Far the fuck from it. Peep the toast of Stones Throw’s new hosting deal. One can only think of J-Live’s “Braggin’ Writes.” So effortless, he almost gets bored of blowing your mind and then he shifts gears into a very cerebral flourish. Try to explain the hip-hop creative process, it’s like making music from sheet rock. Some play the guitar and get lost in the notes, B-Boys do the same via hypnosis. As evidenced here. We don’t need no hooks. Queens back in it.
Some unsolicit their wares (OK, also guilty as charged, once) hoping for free pub from someone that doesn’t know them from Adam Ant. Talib mentioned something about these requests “somehow always end in my trashbin.” Here is one exception from a bedroom virtuoso. Adam Prince is a multi-instrumentalist with an obvious classical background; this 3-years-in-the-making album takes a little time to digest, but when it hits you, you feel the painstaking efforts that went into the project. Put your shit out there and someone might just recognize the blood, sweat and chords. Beserker styles, Philly-type moods and Archipelagos. The guy is also a math teacher from NYC trying to win over bad-ass Philly kids, good luck with that one. They probably won’t like your music either unless you remix ASAP Rocky, Meek Mills or Tyga. Grown folks should take something from his handiwork though. Thoughtful, wistful hip-hop explorations, not quite as dark as Blue Sky Black Death.