April 2008
Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

From Playlouder:

Self proclaimed gangsta rapper The Game has suddenly decided that violence is rubbish and has dressed up in some Dead Presidents inspired clown make up and made a song and a long ass video to express his point.

“I aint tellin anybody go kill no cops,” says Game in the video. “What good is it for me to make jusic if there isn’t a message in my music… I’m gonna use my music to preach to my people, to let ‘em know these senseless killings, these dumb acts of violence… today, from here on, our voice will be heard as a unit. Old young, wise and dumb, this drama, this violence, it’s gotta stop. It’s gotta stop today man. There’s a lesson in my words. There’s a lesson to be learned in Sean Bell’s killing. You gotta ask yourself, are you ready to learn that lesson? Cos I’m ready to teach it.”

TEACH, Game! Teach!

However, a cursory listen to the song, 911 Is A Joke finds Game shouting “I’m a cop killer! 911 is a motherfucking joke!”

Dude is so bi-polar!

The tune kinda bangs though. The beat is a slightly-updated jack of Deep Cover, so I fucks with it.

Which is true. I do. Game’s message is a bit convoluted mind, especially with that lipstick. Don’t get me wrong – dude looks dope, but I just can’t really take him too seriously on any level.

Still, the tune is fresh. Cop it here.

For the intelligent hip-hop artist’s take on the situation, check Immortal Technique‘s blog. Sample:

Scooter Libby is a criminal, he broke the law, and so did Oliver North. But I’m sure if someone shot them both tomorrow that person wouldn’t be exempt of the charges because of the victim’s status. I watch people often implant these ideas in our mind to justify what happens to drug dealers, to thieves, to people that come from a community that is persecuted or to people whose politics are adverse to our own. We are media-trained to see ourselves as a threat, rather than the system as one. Perhaps that’s why even when the cops are of color they feel more threatened by a Black or Latino person. They feel like they’re less concerned with the consequences of doing this is in our communities vs. other places where they’d be more accountable for their actions by the governing council. Who all need to be voted out by the way, immediately!

Immortal Technique is the truth! Although he did pull some sleazy moves on a female friend of mine at south by south west last year (or so she said). Lookin’ for some revolutionary action…

— Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

Cop that? I’m playing records on Friday at Dogstar in Brixton.

Then me and the new look Women will be heading up to Birmingham to play at Drop Beats Not Bombs.

— Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

With regards to my statement to the effect that I hadn’t been to the ICA since 2004, Mothboy writes to point out that my stint as a compere for the PlayLouder festival was actually in “2002 ya big daftie… as proved by yer funny facial hair HERE:

Look at that, faithful reader! I was shocked! Look at my 22 year old face! Devoid of mustache! No mane on top of it! Slurring!

Wow.

— Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

akira the don and gonzales

I wish someone had filmed it.

What happened was, I walked up the stairs at the back of the ICA to the dressing rooms, and there, at the top of them, towering like Goliath, was an already-moist Chilly Gonzles, tying a bright orange tie around his neck. I peered up at him, like Jack at the bottom of the beanstalk.

“Wow,” I said. “You’ve grown.”

The big red head up in the clouds appraised from above.

“You haven’t,” he replied.

So. Yeah. Last night. Gonzales and Le Together Ensemble, plus special guest Akira The Don live at the ICA. Last time I was there it was 2004, and I was compering a week long PlayLouder festival starring people like The 80s Matchbox and Black Twang and Pittman and a then unknown The Killers. I would run onstage a bit drunk and shout at people. How times change!

And last time I saw Chilly it was probably 2002. He invited me to come onstage and rap with him at The Eden Project. I don’t think I was even that good at rapping then. It was awesome. We did some terrible gag involving dental floss, which we yanked between each other’s teeth, chanting “y’all can’t floss with us”. My Crack Village bandmates P$ and Kool Kid Fresh were with me, and afterwards we took the remainder of Chilly’s rider and went off adventuring in these huge biospheres they have there, weird big domes in which Tropical and Mediterranean climates are simulated. I got bitten by a weird Mediterranean spider, which gave me super powers and turned me into The Don. And Kool Kid sprayed “Crack Village” on Pulp’s tourbus, which caused some upset between them and Gonzales. Jarvis and Gonzo, however, are now best friends and hang out together in Gay Par-ee.

“I like to think I played a small part in that beautiful friendship,” I said.

“Perhaps you did,” smiled Gonz.

Anyway. Last night was awesome because:

a: Chilly was everything he used to be and more. The most entertaining thing you will ever see. The most sweat ever seen on one stage. The cartoon ego. The amazing ballads. The showmanship. The piano skills. The implausibly memorable and hooky raps. A brilliant backing band – SoCalled, Katie Moore, Matthew Flowers and Handsome Mocky doing Animal drums.

b: ME! I came on at the end of the show and rapped the first verse from my Working Together Remix and I didn’t fuck up in the slightest! I was awesome! I did awesome pratfalls and everything! If I’d seen me, I’d have been like, wow, that guy with the mane is the SHIT! Sign me up for his fanclub!

So, all in all a great night. Gonzales and Le Together Ensemble are going back to Europe for more dates now. Go see them, your life will be enriched.

AND! Check out this sweet set of photos from last night, taken by Pizza Girl Productions and Neil from MusicLikeDirt.com. POW!

me jumping - boing!

— Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

Monday, April 28th, 2008

If you’re going to the ICA to see Gonzales tonight, pay attention, cos your favourite Blonde Bombshell might well be showing up onstage doing a bit of his Working Together remix.

— Monday, April 28th, 2008

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

ben myers darth vader immortal technique

When I was a kid growing up on Anglesey in North Wales (I say “on” because it is an Island, doofus), it wasn’t uncommon for pissed up “Adults” to suddenly appear from nowhere (we later discovered it was actually “The Pub”) wielding makeshift weapons (sticks, rocks, planks of wood, bottles) and trying their pissed-up best to savagely beat us senseless, all the while laughing manically and shouting slogans from early eighties action movies.

Usually running away worked as these “Adults” were, after all, but lumbering drunkards, and you could then spend the rest of the day plotting revenge, or sneakily following them around throwing stones at the backs of their heads then hiding behind bushes.

ANYWAY! It is nice to see the tradition still exists. The BBC have footage of a drunk attacking some Star Wars worshiping-geeks whilst dressed in a bin bag and wielding a metal crutch. The piss-head said in court he “had no idea where he got the crutch from”, but I suspect it was probably some POOR CRIPPLED OLD LADY. Wasteman! Lock him up and throw away the key!

Incidentally, the kids that got attacked are the Arch Deacons (or whatever you call them) of Anglesey’s First Church Of Jedi Bullcrap, or whatever it’s called. Charlotte Church gave them five grand to set the thing up. Only I am reporting this connection. The BBC didn’t bother putting that puzzle together. Where’s my Pulitzer?

Entirely unrelated (well…), but Immortal Technique has this new joint about some wastemen raping a lady and pretending to be Tony Montana, which you can download here (link via 2DopeBoyz), It’s a new update of an older joint called Dancing With The Devil. This new version has some Eminemey beat which makes it much better, surprisingly. It is really, really good, and pretty disturbing. Proper old school story telling shit (word to Dizzee).

Finally, I dunno if you remember, but a while ago I mentioned my boy Ben Myers was making a book of spam-inspired poetry. This was a genius idea, and he was first to have it, as far as I know. I was gonna illustrate the thing, but I forgot, what with all the records and poverty. Wish I hadn’t now! The book is out, and it looks awesome. Check out one of the poems after the jump, and go buy the book for a fiver here.

Neck Of The Woods

In the corner

the gem engraver

tussles round-handed
with his shoulder strap
skullcap speedwell

feeder.

The mealy-mouthed

magician pulls hats

from rabbits

his silk-stitched sleeves,

dripping dead dove

blood.

His assistant

is a chrome robot

in fishnets

that punters pay extra

to hump and

polish

- meanwhile the band plays

on and on with

snares of skin and

muscle strings;

an endless canon of funereal chants

and dark incantations.

— Sunday, April 27th, 2008