These mindful LA wordsmiths rap about the plight of the underground MC-lack of funds, crap competition on the radio, etc.-with noble overtones. Their earthy beats and rhymes are delivered skillfully and with satisfying touches, like the acoustic guitar lick sampled on “Dedicated,” vibes on “Classic,” and the flute anxiously scratched up on “In This Life.” The themes remain a bit predictable, and the Massive ones don’t quite spark the same originality as some of their underground brethren. Still, “Rated E” is a solid debut head-nodder from a talented crew. File next to J5.
Pole Pole
For all the conception behind this disc, it makes good background music for Saturday brunch at home. Berlin’s Pole has cooked up a new series consisting of two previous releases that merge into this self-titled full-length. Here, Ohio rapper Fat Jon’s urgent spoken-word vocals now appear on the four tracks that made up Pole’s “45/45” EP, as well as on opener “Slow Motion” from Pole’s “90/90” single. Sly percussive change-ups, soft melodic tones, and, at times, live sax and upright bass, combine to create a techno/hip-hop hybrid that will appeal to IDM/downtempo fans. Three out of four brunchers didn’t mind it either.
S.A. Smash Smashy Trashy
If Def Jux is running the indie rap school, these guys have D-hall on lockdown. Their dirty, shoulder-shakin’ bounce-bounce what-what take may offend some backpack beatniks. After years of getting crunk with college kids in Columbus, Ohio, S.A. Smash duo Camu Tao and Metro immortalize their no-consequences tours with odes to booze, blunts and bitches. El-P provides beats ‘n’ soul on “Illy”; Aesop Rock raps sexy on “Love to Fuck.” But the summer anthem for the sloshed has got to be “Get Home” (“How’m I Gon’ Get Home?”). Not for the self-righteous, this party schtick is funny if you let it be.
Various Yes New York
Twisting the Brian Eno-produced 1978 No Wave collection No New York, this first release under Vice Recordings’ imprint Wolfgang Morden encapsulates a community-both a musical community and the musicians’ very city of origin. In 9/11’s wake, the entire nation got behind the sentiment in question-saying “Yes! New York!”-and New Yorkers rekindled the joy of looking up, getting out and getting down. The contributing acts-the Strokes, Radio 4, Rogers Sisters, Rapture, DFA, Calla’nterpol, the Natural History and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (as Unitard), among others-burst forth with the strut and stutter that is their legacy of both 30 and two years of age. Regurgitating influences with a characteristic contemporary swagger, these are the sounds of a city’s growing pangs-whether humid plodding, frenzied stomping, rigidly rhythmic or spastically discordant.
Dangernmouse & Gemini Ghetto Pop Life
Avoiding predictable radio friendly club pop(pin’), bicoastal producer Danger Mouse and Borough of Kings’ MC Jemini the Gifted One celebrate hip-hop through rap. Dynamics and cadence aren’t dictated by any one loop or the glorification of loot, but are rather an interchange of beats hittin’ and Jemini spittin’. Danger Mouse’s background in psychedelic pop and classical structure lets collages sway and stray as sounds find their own footing, while Jemini and guests Tha Liks, Pharcyde, Prince Po of Organized Konfusion and J-Zone help place Ghetto Pop Life‘s feet firmly in the streets with relevant lyrics, not battle verses. This is an album of meticulous melody and eclectic lyrical dexterity that’s nostalgic for Prim-meets-Hieroglyphics, yet not retro.
Ceephax Exidy Tours
Blah, blah, blah, Squarepusher, Squarepusher, Squarepusher. Has young Ceephax auteur Andy Jenkinson any other identity than being Tom Squarepusher” Jenkinson’s little brother? Oh yeah, then Aphex ranked him as his new favorite artist. Double fucking whammy there. God-willing and the creek doesn’t rise, the breathtaking Exidy Tours should shut them all up with its awe-inspiring genesis of a neo-acid electro revolution. And not just your usual I’m-a-mad-nutter-from-Cornwall-making-braindance-acid-electro shenanigans, but some serious vista-encompassing, new frontier-fording, universe-affirming, truly good music. Go buy yourself a copy now. And then another one for your sweet, deserving mother.
Req Car Paint Scheme
As Brooklynites in mesh trucker caps continue to make odder and odder showy hip-hop joints, there’s something more alluringly unnerving in the insular loping clatter of Req. With no shortage of releases over the years for myriad labels, Car Paint Scheme comes across achingly fresh. Album opener Runout Scratches” seduces with its hypnotic swirling haze of an entrance to Req’s world. What follows are all sorts of hip-hop spinouts, from lyrical inventiveness with Kid Acne on “Style Mentorz” to some old school disco hip-hop on “Train Jam.” Roll that jalopy’s windows down and rock this Car Paint Scheme.
Pedro Pedro Album
You’re supposed to be so very impressed by the super-cool album artwork from Shynola, which, admittedly, is pretty. Ah, but the music itself: it’s rich, multi-faceted majesty, it’s flowing tapestries of enveloping aural bliss, causing all incestuous in-crowd considerations to reveal their ultimately empty nature. Sounding not unlike an amalgam of Four Tet’s 1999 album Dialogue and some summery micro-house, James Rutledge’s starting points are, not surprisingly, the same, (i.e. hip-hop, 2-step, jazz and 20th century classical). But from within this palette, Pedro manages to deftly create a perennial blooming garden of intrigue all his own, steeped in pure vision.
Panjaabi MC Beware
On his recent update of Panjabi MCs global hit “Beware of The Boys,” Jay-Z raps that he wants the world to “leave Iraq alone” and drops verses that rhyme with “snake charmer” in a fervor of ethnographic conflation. Elsewhere in the hip-pop world, Timbaland writes another track prominently featuring some seriously steppin’ tabla work. And Erik Sermon’s just now figured out how badly he butchered his sampled Hindi lyrics on “React.” Somewhere in the middle of India, surrounded by a record label-bankrupting 800-piece classical Indian orchestra, blanketed in obscurity, Talvin Singh sadly weeps and no one hears. The influence of Indian music on American artists has been at work for some time, from the circling, vedic structures of Phillip Glass and Steve Reich to the Beatles yogic love-in to the flowy pants of the Mahavishnu Orchestra. Recently, a more literal usage has swept the American hip-hop community and their pack of hungry MPCs. Perhaps the trend-transcending piece de resistance is the success story of UK-based Panjabi MC’s enormous global smash “Beware of the Boys (Mundian To Bach Ke),” a well-reported tale of cross-cultural collaboration/exploitation. Kicking around the UK’s fertile bhangra scene for five years, and finding fans amongst NYC’s club goers who found themselves listening to DJ’s Rehka or James Murphy, “Beware” broke the all-important commercial threshold recently when jiggaman Jay-Z jumped aboard, throwing some lyrics on top whilst Top 40 radio and MTV blew their collective corporate load. The work of 27-year-old Coventry, UK resident Rajinder Rai-whose fusion of classical Indian music, hip-hop and dance has soundtracked the bhangra/Asian Underground movement for almost a decade-“Beware of the Boys” is arguably the first the bhangra-sampling track actually created by a bhangra artist. The success raises some interesting questions about influence and representation; “Beware” can be viewed either as a gesture of unity between the African American community and the UK’s South Asian community or a wholesale exploitation of an already popular existing track that has that “exotic” quality. Now that the underground has gone overground, here’s where it gets real interesting. With the increased visibility of Indian music and culture, what sort of collaborations and music this leads to may be some indication of the future. Beyond all this, though, Beware is actually an engaging and mature album, well beyond the big hit opener flashing its neon English lyrics, subsequently sublimated over the course of the album with rousing hip-hop numbers, downtempo female vocal tracks and straight-up bhangra songs featuring myriad classical Indian guest musicians. By the time the album’s closing instrumental original of “Beware of the Boys” arrives, its atavistic immediacy still intact, something of an education has occurred and hip-hop’s tricky myopic sampling trend has been expanded to a full-fledged picture. Oh, and on the off-chance that any aspiring producers/Top 40 radio programmers are reading: “Jogi” is the next track ripe for jumping on.
City Rockers Singles 1-23
Something of a hipster delicacy in its native London, City Rockers is only slightly known over in these parts as the label that heralded the mighty returns of Felix Da Housecat and FC Kahuna. Both are represented here, but it’s the other hidden oddities that best showcase the delectable dancefloor destruction and erratic musical excesses capable when a discerning label gets its graphically simple and singular branding on a collection of churning electro house, club-shaking anthems, radio-ready micro-2-step hits, and torch-burning neo-trip-hop. Worthy simply for the inclusion of the staggering R?yskopp remix of Felix’s “What Does It Feel Like?” Feels like heaven, incidentally.

