Here's Maddy Costa on Bjork at the Union Chapel in Islington 1999 A lovely piece, but what other?
― MrMerlot, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 17:00 (fourteen years ago)
ugh still a Hot Boy, after nearly a decade in the game Wayne is eager to prove that he's far from a little squirt, regularly beating off the competition with such force that it's understandable if he's feeling a little testy on the duo's new album. A rapper with this much spunk coming out his mouth doesn't need to spend any more time boning up on his skills or trying to impress people with his stamina. Wayne effortlessly dominates Like Father, Like Son to the point that Birdman often gets the shaft.
Fortunately, Baby knows when to just sit back and let Weezy do his thing, as he bounces from naked emotion to popping shots in the span of a single track. Wayne never lets you forget he's sitting on 20 inches, but when the rim talk wears out he's ready to lay himself bare on the title track. And he'll still bend over backward for a hot line, fleshing out his long narrative arcs with violent thrusts, never content, like so many rappers these days, simply to rhyme the same word or words that merely resemble each other. There are no homophones here.
Wayne dishes out the white stuff uncut on the crack rap of "Over Here Hustlin," while Birdman goes harder than ever on "Leather so Soft" before cocking and squeezing on "Army Gunz." Weezy, the self-described "Fireman," brings the flames over the imitation Just Blaze production of "All About That," proving the pair knows how to handle spitting on organs. The only complaint a fan could have with Like Father, Like Son is that Birdman and Wayne come on so hard early on that the second half of the album goes down in the process.
― symsymsym, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 17:09 (fourteen years ago)
first para should read:
After the departure of B.G., Juvenile, Turk, and producer Mannie Fresh, Cash Money CEO Birdman probably spent a lot of time on his knees in thanks that Lil Wayne is still around. Though still a Hot Boy, after nearly a decade in the game Wayne is eager to prove that he's far from a little squirt, regularly beating off the competition with such force that it's understandable if he's feeling a little testy on the duo's new album. A rapper with this much spunk coming out his mouth doesn't need to spend any more time boning up on his skills or trying to impress people with his stamina. Wayne effortlessly dominates Like Father, Like Son to the point that Birdman often gets the shaft.
Lock thread.
― Brooker T Buckingham, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 17:09 (fourteen years ago)
Hopefully, no-one with synesthesia is reading that...
― Mark G, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 17:12 (fourteen years ago)
sorta o-t, but i seem to recall that a longer (pre-editing i think) version of that and what review was once posted somewhere on ilm, but looked around a little recently and couldn't find it...anyone else remember this?
― bing, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 18:35 (fourteen years ago)
Let's anticipate Lil Wayne, "The Carter III"
― am0n, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 18:51 (fourteen years ago)
thanks!
― bing, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 18:56 (fourteen years ago)
bing
― am0n, Wednesday, 26 January 2011 19:07 (fourteen years ago)
Shit sandwich.
― NYCNative, Thursday, 27 January 2011 12:54 (fourteen years ago)
Modern equivalent of shit sandwich:
http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/9464-shine-on/
― Bernard V. O'Hare (dog latin), Thursday, 27 January 2011 14:44 (fourteen years ago)
After going gold in 1979 as an utterly uncrossedover falsetto love man, he takes care of the songwriting, transmutes the persona, revs up the guitar, muscles into the vocals, leans down hard on a rock-steady, funk-tinged four-four, and conceptualizes--about sex, mostly. Thus he becomes the first commercially viable artist in a decade to claim the visionary high ground of Lennon and Dylan and Hendrix (and Jim Morrison), whose rebel turf has been ceded to such marginal heroes-by-fiat as Patti Smith and John Rotten-Lydon. Brashly lubricious where the typical love man plays the lead in "He's So Shy," he specializes here in full-fledged fuckbook fantasies--the kid sleeps with his sister and digs it, sleeps with his girlfriend's boyfriend and doesn't, stops a wedding by gamahuching the bride on her way to church. Mick Jagger should fold up his penis and go home.
― The Reverend, Thursday, 27 January 2011 15:00 (fourteen years ago)
thx for the new display name
― Louis Jagger should fold up his penis and go home (DJ Mencap), Thursday, 27 January 2011 15:17 (fourteen years ago)
no auto-g00glepr00f...?
ffs
― noel gallagher should fire his gardner (acoleuthic), Thursday, 27 January 2011 15:43 (fourteen years ago)
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― and fook off (acoleuthic), Thursday, 27 January 2011 15:44 (fourteen years ago)
fuckin' magnets, how do they work?
― when the president talks to based god (Whiney G. Weingarten), Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:07 (fourteen years ago)
Louis.Jagger
.fuckin' magnets, how do they work?
― when the president talks to based god (Whiney G. Weingarten), Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:08 (fourteen years ago)
fuckin' magnets, how do they work?/
― when the president talks to based god (Whiney G. Weingarten), Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:09 (fourteen years ago)
http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4413375071_6040cf35a7.jpg
― scott seward, Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:09 (fourteen years ago)
Louis/JaggerLouis#JaggerLouis%JaggerLouis^JaggerLouis*JaggerLouis-JaggerLouis_Jagger
― when the president talks to based god (Whiney G. Weingarten), Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:10 (fourteen years ago)
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5b/Refrigerator_magnet_1.jpg
― scott seward, Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:11 (fourteen years ago)
btw anyone who has come here searching for that name, know that its bearer wrote the greatest music reviews of all time
― and fook off (acoleuthic), Thursday, 27 January 2011 16:15 (fourteen years ago)