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Re: The M/F thread - '08a reboot! Still with no requests!
pat101:
Various Artists - The Third Unheard - Connecticut Hip-Hop 1972- 1983 (192kbps) [2004] (Stones Throw Records)
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ta dopeness
AMG says...
--- Quote ---It took over 20 years, but Connecticut is finally being recognized for its contributions to rap. A long time, to be sure, but understandable when you're in the shadow of New York, ground zero of the hip-hop bomb, and Sylvia Robinson's Sugar Hill Records empire in New Jersey. Plus, New York has never had any scruples about culling talent from the rest of the globe to feed its culture jones. Case in point: Tony Pearson (aka Mr. Magic) is best known as New York's first all-rap radio DJ, but before he was gobbled up by the big city, Magic was the Connecticut rap impresario who made Third Unheard possible. To be fair, it was Connecticut's proximity to New York that allowed them to be among the first to fall sway to the newest form of party music. In the late '70s, Magic was a record store owner and promoter with an ear for disco and funk when he heard Kurtis Blow's "Christmas Rap." The song changed his musical outlook and left Magic determined to release the first rap record from Connecticut. The results were released as "Rappin' With Mr. Magic" and it was clearly the work of an impassioned amateur, but its naïve charm is palpable even 20 years on. And charm is what keeps Third Unheard going. The secret weapon of the comp is 12-year-old Pookey Blow, nephew to Magic, who steals the show with his slurred delivery on "Get Up (And Go to School)" and shows up again with Magic for the highly rated "Earth Break," but he is far from the only bright moment here. From the utterly bizarre and singular "Ventriloquist Rap" of Willie Brown and, yes, his dummy Woody, to the tuneless-yet-still-compelling chorus of the Outlaw Four's disco-rap "Million Dollar Legs," Third Unheard is refreshing for its lack of formula and its exuberance.
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Rubin:
Here's some electroshit for you guys:
Ellen Alien - Sool
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Rubin:
I saw this band play a couple of years back. It was a hoot!
Lots of horns, lots of dancing
Fanfara Ciocarlia - Queens and Kings
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ALoveSupreme:
That was an excellent idea... to post that, I mean... but I'm sure seeing them was an excellent, excellent idea as well. Thanks!
Mr. Tool:
The Explorers Club – Freedom Wind
--- Quote --- To say that the Explorers Club are trying to channel the mid-'60s Beach Boys on Freedom Wind isn't meant as complaint or praise or any other subjective judgment. It's objective. They are trying to channel the Beach Boys, utterly, totally, completely, and they're not pretending otherwise. From the reverb and the ever popular Ronettes drum break starting "Forever" and the album off to the close harmonies and the lyrical subject matter and more, even the studio chatter, this is a Beach Boys clone, tribute, borrowing, imitation, call it what you will. And the band isn't hiding it at all or pretending otherwise — to the point where the CD booklet is produced to seem like a scuffed and well-loved vinyl sleeve starting to rub off a bit around the record's circumference. So all this said, what to say about it? Perversely enough, the fact that they are so direct about it almost makes the whole thing more worthwhile than the endless number of bands that have worn their Brian Wilson fetish on their sleeves but can't get anywhere near what makes that band so great. By wishing they were the band themselves — or wishing they were the Wondermints backing up Brian Wilson, at least — the Explorers Club have produced a nearly unchallengeable album. If you love the Beach Boys' work in its "starting to be dreamily insular" phase, you'll enjoy every last note on here as the familiar combinations they are, different but the same, even while shaking your head with a chuckle at the sheer nuttiness of it all. If you don't like the Beach Boys, you won't like this. There it is; there's all that can be said.
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