26 Singles of 06'
Forget "Crazy", the poor man's "Hey Ya". This latecomer is the real un-overplayable track of the year. Like any lead off single this phenomenal, the downside is that you'll neglect the rest of the album because the rest of the songs aren't this instantly loveable. And really, equal credit should go to Mark Ronson, whose production really lifts the song into instant classic territory. I need to check more of his stuff out, since his track "Ooh Wee" with Ghostface and his cover of Radiohead's "Just" both get played nearly every day by moi. Speaking of Ghost, he steals her chorus from "You Know I'm No Good" on his new album, "More Fish". Great combo.
What are they trying to do to me? Seriously, this is one of the top debut rap songs ever and Def Jux is not promising a whole album until '08. With Blockhead, El-P and Ratatat slated to share production duties, it's going to be one of the top albums of whatever fucking year it comes out- if not Illmatic level instant classic. Synopsis: White boy from
Ok, so a mid-tempo rap song exhorting the virtues of corporal punishment probably isn't going to be setting club floors or radio dials on fire anytime in the near ever, I understand. But still - not since the dare-you-to-not-tear-up brilliance of "All That I Need is You" has Ghost talked about his childhood with such honesty and humor.
She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored.
But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude/
I picked the peas off my plate and poured juice in a nigga's food
Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandma 'mama hit me for no reason'/She whipped me hard when I finished eating."
Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like "have a seat'.
Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass/
and bring you back to your momma she got
the switch in the stash.
That's back to back beatings/Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leaking"
It's appropriate that the driving instrument of this mixtape gem is an organ – this is one barn-burner of a sermon. Taking on bougie blacks, Oprah, Bill O'Reilly, Martha Stewart, Bill Cosby, Bush, and well, everyone who remotely could be called seditty, Killer Mike lives up to his name as his murders this track and kicks complacent middle and upper classers straight in their ball-less midsections. How does he get away with scorching the black elite and bragging about debates with Cornel West and Michael Eric Dyson? Beats me, but he does. Speaking about Oprah (who won't let rappers on her show):
The same audience that watch Bill O'Reilly.
I saw the smirk on they face when you came at
The same nice ladies that forgave Martha Stewart."
and his daddy's CIA flooded the hood with rock.
And his momma said the woman oughta feel at home
getting raped in the bathroom in the Superdome
The comment Kanye made was damn near right
but Bush hate poor people be it black or white."
5. Clipse "Mr. Me Too/Whamp Whamp"
Fuck it – I can't pick between these two. I've bumped them both nonstop since they came out. I've long thought of the
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and kazooing/
I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin
But I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing?/
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs,
The full length cat, when I wave, your kitty purrs/
All my niggaz caked up, selling grey and beige dust
Have that money right or end up in the trunk taped up"
I haven't listened to the rest of their EP enough to know if they live up to the mountain of hype, but if it's anything like this, I'm hooked. The mesmerizing bass line makes this defense of pilfering the offering plate all the more convincing.
It takes a lot to distinguish oneself in the piano songstress field, but Casey Dienel makes it look easy like Sunday morning. Here she spins a weird tale of a train ride with a drunken doctor who sometimes wears his wife's clothes - and makes it all sound so sweet.
There were a lot of things working against Bruce Springsteen's The Seeger Sessions. First of all, can you remember the last truly great album of covers? And it's not like Bruce has had a lot of choice cuts in the last, oh, 15 or so years. While he hasn't gone the Sting/Elton John/Eric Clapton road of complete boomer embarrassment/Disney soundtrack, he hasn't done much more than punch the clock either. So, that this album lacks even the hint of filler is a huge, and pleasant, surprise. And this spirited take on a great standard is probably the highlight of the whole thing.
If you tell me Jay-Z and Nas are on a track together, I've already got drool dripping down my chin. Then you tell me it's called "Black Republicans" and samples the theme from The Godfather, I throw my hands up. It's too good to be true. Fantasy team-ups never, ever work. It's destined to suck. Actually, no - it's kinda brilliant. The L.E.S.produced track is sick, sick, sick. Metallic factory presses complemented by ridiculously epic strings and a unthinkable pairing of former arch-enemies almost make it worth buying (another predictably lame) Nas album. Almost. (BTW, don't let the name fool ya. There's not an iota on political content on this song).
Like most of the indie rock albums this year, the National's debut is not much more than "not too bad." But this track, with it's This Night's Not Over Yet anthemic vibe will have you searching the album in vain for anything even remotely that alive.
Does the lead singer sound more like the guy from Arcade Fire or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah? And aren't those horns kind of like the ones Neutral Milk Hotel used to use? Forget the comparisons – it's the best rock album of the year no matter who it kind of sorta sounds like. And this track is catchy as all hell.
No, it's not an incredibly dated take on the SNL skit starring Christopher Walken, and no, the album doesn't rise above indie rock comfort food. But the songs that work (like this one) really work, and they're worth the price of admission on their own.
I'm not denying the appeal of "Warning" or "Boy From School", the usual picks from this album. But this hypnotic lullaby is the one that gets me every time. Sounds like a lost Phil Collins single remixed by Postal Service.
Ok, really I just found this one on another year end singles list. (Blatant, lazy plagiarism is one advantage of doing it ultra last minute). Apparently, they're overhyped. Well, this song is oddly catchy enough to squeeze it in last minute.
The jangly riff is as instantly likeable as the title. I just wish they didn't ruin it by singing.
If a group of schizophrenic Russian carnies hijacked a marching band bus, it might sound like this.
Just bump it already.
Is it sacrilege to like this Unicorn's spin-off band better than the original? Oh, well.
"When I'm all alone and all the kids are cool, I dream of Natasha in high school."
I drink the DFA Kool-Aid as much the next dance punk fan, but I don't really think The Rapture were hurt too much by their producorial absence on their sophomore album. This track is Exhibit A of the group still having what it takes to make the indie kids stop crying and start dancing.
Is that second verse about Beyonce? Is that really Jay whining about a girl putting work over him? Is this same Jay that said in "Big Pimping":
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reason?"
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me, but please, not that lord."
Leave it to the dance kid to make the most banging rock track of the year. Sounds like his laptop got a head cold and tried to get rid of it by humping a broken sampler. There's a fine line between hypnotic and repetitive, and this song straddles it brilliantly.
Only Mike Skinner can make you sympathize with a problem like this: Now that's he's famous, he has to go after celebrity women in order to make getting laid a challenge again. Poor guy.
Channeling Vince Guaraldi with this infectious piano backing, this is just one of many standout tunes on another great album by the
Take the carnal obsessions of Luke Campbell of 2 Live Crew and add,say, talent and Spank Rock might be what you end up with. Not as catchy as their classy 2005 hit, "Put Your Pussy on Me", this song nonetheless squeezes a lot of charm and invention out of talking about some girl with a big ass.
3 Comments:
At 12:58 PM, Anonymous said…
wow, thanks for the Despot song. I've been looking for that for quite sometime.
At 10:47 PM, Anonymous said…
that Richard Mcgraw song is perfect...
At 10:47 PM, Anonymous said…
who is Richard Mcgraw anyway?
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