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So 2010 is still the best year so far in my book. Teen Dream, Before Today, Halcyon Digest (my favorite of the decade so far), MBDTF, This Is Happening, and Cosmogramma all in the top 20.
Oh come on, who wouldn’t want to see them bang out “We Tigers” with all that extra percussion they’ve been lugging around?
its an inanity ouroboros
“Its called I Wanna Rock Your Body, and then in parentheses it says (To The Break of Dawn)”
I am so psyched for 20 years from now when the audience for this stuff is middle aged and shells out hundreds to see a touring “Butt Rock Forever!” festival, with headliners Buckcherry and Puddle of Mudd and special appearance by a decrepit old-BB King-looking Slash.
I liked the Porter Robinson joint. Slot it between Gossamer, Glass Swords, and Cerulean in whatever you want to call this intersection of late night anime programming blocks, 5th and 6th generation Nintendo game soundtracks, and backpacker rap subgenre thingy.
I always thought you were the mirror universe Tim Curtin, this just proves it.
Deep below the streets of London a low rumbling can be heard, as if some great beast has awoken from its slumber. With breath of sulfur and eyes aflame it cannot deny the the chant of summoning: a call of moral superiority by a well-regarded British musician is all that is needed to loose terror upon the world.
The birds of the skies flee as if sensing a coming earthquake. The creatures of the ocean dive deep to avoid the almighty thunderclap of self righteousness now threatening to drown the Earth itself in sanctimony. The very ground quakes in apprehension, for he has risen, and he shall not sleep again until a strongly worded video message condemning the senseless violence is delivered during a concert at Wembley, a concert so star-studded and well intentioned that the burning orbs in the sky themselves shall hurl themselves into oblivion out of jealousy.
Those with latent extra-sensory powers scream in psychic agony as the pangs of his rebirth reverberate throughout the universe. FLEE OH FOOLISH MORTALS, HE IS RETURNED. THE DARK LORD OF “GETTING THE WORD OUT ABOUT THIS”. HIS BENEFIT CONCERT ORGANIZING SKILLS SHALL BLOT OUT THE SUN, AND A THOUSAND YEARS OF AWARENESS/DARKNESS SHALL DESCEND UPON MANKIND.
Tremble mankind, for Bob Geldof has returned.
Actually I don’t even listen to very much hardcore street rap at all. My favorite is Chance the Rapper, no one would call him hard by any stretch of the imagination. But Chance is Big Lurch compared to Childish Gambino. Dude is a walking dryer sheet commercial. Everything he does is narrated by Zach Braff.
These Gambino defenders coming out of the woodwork need to lie down on a bed of downy feathers and rich silk sheets. You know, something cloying and soft that’ll remind them of their favorite rapper.