Music News, Naughty Rappers, Video
Once upon a time, you were NOBODY unless you’d had a music video banned by Top Of The Pops. Here Robyn Wilder reports on an instance of the modern-day equivalent…
YouTube has removed the video for MIA’s new single, “Born Free”, for being too violent. The verit
Hip-Hop Isn't Dead, Naughty Rappers, Video
Gang Starr frontman Guru has sadly passed away after losing his fight against cancer, and in doing so has left a farewell note sure to keep hip-hop conspiracy theorists stocked up with debate material for a good while to come.
In it, Guru alludes pretty directly to his ongoing beefiness with former Gang Starr producer DJ Premier…
Under The Covers, Video, Where Have I Heard That Song Before?
Caught this on one of the music channels the other day:
The mind goes all a-boggle when it considers how many middle-aged INXS fans’ mouths are currently frothing into Michael Hutchence cushion covers.
The thing is, as a chartbound reappropriation of one of INXS’s finest moments, it’s not actually that bad. It’s not going to appeal to anyone who owns a Kick t-shirt, obvs, but it recognises that there’s no point trying to reinterpret or reproduce that riff – you might as well just nick it wholesale. Because it is one of the bestest riffs of the last 25 years, and anyone who scoffs and goes off on a rant about how shit INXS were (are?) is a toolbag.
The song, as well, is a brilliant, sleazy, urgent, priapic kind of thing; and to me, somehow, despite lyrics that allude to the contrary, it manages not to stray into the turf marked “predatory”. I think the main reason for this is that in Michael Hutchence INXS had a frontman who, for all his pleads about needing “you”, and about being thrown into a perspirational tizzy by “you, girl”, would clearly have much rather spent a night boning himself, were it physically possible.
Film, TV & Radio Goodness, Video
I love music biopics, me. And while I enjoy the good ones, I extract virtually an equal amount of pleasure from the bad.
One of my favourite bad ones is Hysteria, a 2001 VH1-produced TV film about Def Leppard. The Lepp have had a “colourful” history, and like many riffmongers from the last thirty years or so you can totally understand why people would want to turn their tale into a movie.
It would probably be a shame if Hysteria remained the only biopic of Def Leppard, but for British music fans it is quite giddy fun. It provides an amusing number of conspicuous location-related mistakes, and while one is willing to suspend one’s disbelief to an extent when entering movieland it’s pretty hard to do so when virtually the first shot is thoroughly goof-laden.
This is Ruth Flowers, a 69 year-old DJ. What she actually does DJ-wise – apart from wear sparkly headphones and wave her hands about – is unclear from this video…
… BUT THAT’S THE CASE WITH ALL DJS ISN’T IT, WHO’S WITH ME?
I was hoping she might deliver an “it’s all just noise anyway” kiss-off at the end, but apparently DJ Ruth means it, man.
[via Mashable]
When one receives a fair few emails from folk hawking their musical acts, it sometimes takes something a little extry to get one to open, um, one. The name “Spank Pops” is an example of such extryness. It draws to mind, simultanishly, such possibilliums as:
1. Some of that popping candy you used to put on your tongue and which would supposedly blow your cerebellum out of your eye-holes if you mixed it with Safeways cola, no really, this kid at my cousin’s school died from it
1.1 A slightly disturbing endeavour involving force, a cricket bat and an old man’s bum-bum
Anywonk, it’s a great name and Spank Pops has immediately become my favourite rapper. Or he would be, if I knew which of the three gentlemen in the video he is. Oh sure, I could go back and listen to the lyrics properly because he’s just bound to refer to himself by name, like they all do. But he might be the ugly one, and I want him to be the coolest one. Spank Pops has to be the coolest one.
Spank and his bubs appear to be hipping and hopping about how great San Francisco is, which is a topic not often encountered in The Rap Game (by me, anyway). I can picture lots of Silicon Valley “tech” “entrepreneurs” who have just “received seeding” (ick) empathising with Jern, Spank and J’s sentiments, only they would probably do so while wearing chinos and holding iPhones to their ears.
(If this “parody” video already exists, please do not share it avec moi.)
BLOODY ANYWAY. I like this song a lot, because it’s the kind of thing that gets one’s head nodding in a slightly self-conscious manner, which is my favourite way to feel old about music. Lully hook, too.
I got to two minutes four seconds in before the tears began to sting too much, which I think is pretty good. You?
[via Best Week Ever]
Lost In Translation, Up-And-Coming Acts, Video
Have some Die Antwoord.
[via Boing Boing]
Stick To The Day Job, Under The Covers, Video
I hope that if I ever have a children, and a rather up-and-down movie career, I’ll do a better job than John Travolta when the inevitable father/daughter movie tie-in cover of Bobby Brown comes a-knocking.
I’ll never better the centre-parted plugs or wacky madcap antics that clearly take place in Old Dogs, though. At the time of writing the movie is sitting pretty atop a 6% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, so at least the amount of damage this ickyvid can do is pretty limited.
“Ella Bleu” sounds a bit like “Hella Bleurgh”, doesn’t it? 
[via Videogum]
A doctor’s surgery. Twista enters the room.
Doctor: Ah, Twista. Hello, how have you been?
Twista: Gottapaininmypeepee pleasehelpmeGP
Doctor: Hmm, this again. Did you take my advice, and start using protection?
Twista: Playadon’tputrubberonhisdick DoctorMick
Doctor: Well, you know, you’re kind of asking for it in that case. What’s your objection to condoms, anyway?
Twista: LovetogetblazedwhileI’mgettinglaid
Doctor: I see. And you become too lethargic to reach over into your condom drawer, right?
Twista: Gottachick ridingmydick toomuchhasslestickingrubberonmywick eventhoughIcoulddoitrealquick
Doctor: Perhaps you should try having sex without smoking marijuana?
Twista: Nofuckwithoutfire thatscenario’sdire
Givesmethesexualdesire towhichIaspire
JustwishIcouldgethigher withoutstartingtotire
Doctor: I mean, I can give you that stuff I gave you last time, but you really need to-
Twista: NowI’mstartintoperspire
CosI’mpissin’barbedwire
Doctor: Yes, I know the symptoms.
Twista: Urination apainfulsensation
Doctor: OK, here’s a prescription. But you can’t smoke marijuana while you’re taking it.
Twista: NoMaryJaneyouinsane
That’sapain tooprofane
Guessmy mainvein gonnacontinuetostrain
MaybeI’lljustapplyalittlecocaine
TheraininSpain fallsmainlyontheplain
Doctor: LOL! Oh Twista.
Twista: Ooh, also – I need to inform you of my change of address.
Doctor: You can do that at reception.
Twista: Okey dokey. Bye!
Doctor: Bye Twista!
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