Thursday, July 14, 2011

Drake, LeBron James and The Greatest Summer



Written by Chris Cromie

4:32 left. A raucous American Airlines arena is on its feet with a mixture of urgency and terror. Their beloved Miami Heat are down by 7 points with ball in hand. The Heat have struggled to penetrate Dallas’ exemplary perimeter defence so far with LeBron James limited to just four points in the fourth quarter. The ball swings around the outside of the key as they look for the extra pass and a mismatch. It lands in the hands of James, his 6ft 8” frame towering over the diminutive but calculating J.J. Barea. In any other game, James would have spun by him into the lane and attacked the rim, but when it mattered most, he passed. The resulting play ended in a turnover and helped crown the Dallas Mavericks as the 2011 NBA Champions. James finished the game with his head in his hands, surrounded by a cacophony of criticism. The “next Jordan” had failed in the clutch. There was no “next Jordan” about it. At this stage, he’d be lucky to be the “next Paul Pierce.”

Monday, July 9, 2007

Nas - Soundview Vol.2 - Start Wildin’ Like Insane Asylum on Rikers Island




Nas - Understanding

Recorded shortly after Illmatic, “Understanding” is one of the better tracks from Nas’ extensive unreleased catalogue. It’s one of the few songs made between his debut and sophomore that still displayed the “Live at the BBQ”-style delivery that made many critics and fans alike declare him as the successor to Rakim’s crown. Joined by AZ and Bizmarkie who lace the intro, Nas floats over the Grover Washington sample with ease:

“High priest release voodoo
“Déjà vu” on this taboo
Illmatic shit and what have you
Chef cocaine cook, no brain and got the proper diction
My composition bleeds words and weed blurs my vision
I'm freezing in time, stop the rhyme
I'm sober in the stolen Range Rover, much crime
I… stick up America, Nas in your area
Disrupt the sound barrier, clowns get rounds of terror”


For most Nas fans it remains a firm favorite. Now if only we could find a clear, CD quality version…

Nas - Belly Button Window

The predecessor that would eventually evolve (or devolve) into the jewel “Fetus” from The Lost Tapes is another testament to Nas’ superior storytelling ability. Detailing the life of a fetus, he rhymes:

”I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo
Developing eyes looking out my belly button window
My father's face wears a frown
And I'm wondering if they even want me around
Cause I'll go back to spirit town
So I could rest longer before I come back down
The chute again, in the near future when
My moms and pops can agree on this
Was here before but my moms saw her gynecologist
He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they don’t
You got a 120 days do what you want
But as for me coming back this be my last time
Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind”


Clearly influenced by the Jimi Hendrix record of the same name, Nas tackles the subjects of pre-conception spirituality and unwanted pregnancies, but it’s the imagery he uses in referencing domestic disputes which makes it so dope:

”Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all”


The joint was initially supposed to feature on the double album I Am... Nastradamus but following bootlegging, the project was split into 2 single albums with some of the original tracks, such as "Belly Button Window," put back on the shelf in favor of bland, newly-recorded songs like “You Won’t See Me Tonight” and “Life Is What You Make It.” An updated version of it was released on 2002’s Lost Tapes with some revised lyrics in light of Nas’ mother’s passing, but the original will always be the illest.

Friday, May 11, 2007

10 Dope Albums With Wack Covers


It’s fairly easy to compile a list of wack albums with wack covers to match, mainly because the list starts and finishes with this…



… As an alternative, I wondered if it was possible to throw a list together of dope albums with shitty covers. Can the 2 co-exist? For starters, I’m gonna forego the whole pen and pixel movement. This is due to the fact that:

a. They’re easy targets
b. There wasn’t exactly an abundance of dope albums to come out of it, save for a few indie gems that only people who live in a 10 mile radius of the artist’s local swapmeet and trendy ‘omg-look-what-I-found’ revitalist types still really care for.
c. Master P. Just, because.

It should go without saying that anything art-based is completely open to interpretation and perception. However, regardless of the great music on some of the following recordings, the covers still need to get put in check.

10. Eric B and Rakim - Dont Sweat the Technique



As Eric B and Rakim’s musical relationship began to fizzle out, so did the creativity of MCA’s Art Department. If 1987 was born-gawd Gucci prints and thick gold ropes, then ’92 was all about jazzy crayola styles, disjointed sentences and gnarly cut, paste and flip poses. AND it all takes place in front of... a white-room. Somehow, this is Arrested Development’s fault.

9. Eightball and MJG – On Top of the World



It’s arguably not as good as their debut effort, Comin’ Out Hard, but dammit, this album cover is genius. Eightball and MJG are on top of the world. They’ve just discovered Rick Moranis’ device from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids and have decided to raid Suave House Records CEO Tony Draper’s Micro Machines collection and race them across his pool table while he’s playing. What scamps. The album being ill more than makes up for it though.

8. Dogg Pound - Dogg Food



The East Coast-West Coast media-fueled conflict is boiling over thanks to the “New York, New York” video-shoot, C. Delores Tucker has managed to whip almost every soccer mom, conservative do-gooder and attention-starved female R&B washout into a frenzy and… this is what you come up with? Leather jackets and neon yellow writing? DANGEROUS. Kurupt’s smooth “hmm, I wonder” pose makes the cover that much more intimidating. Where’s Joe Cooley and Rodney-O when you need them?

7. AZ – Pieces of a Man



There are at least 3 “hmm, I wonder” facial expressions here, surely that’s worth something? Not to mention that they all seem to be randomly dispersed throughout the cover. There is absolutely no point to this artwork, which is a shame because the album is dope. I still don’t get why it never did well. Likeable rapper + popular cameos with Monifah and D’Angelo + beats by Trackmasters, RZA and Dr. Dre + collabo with Nas = sophomore slump, mediocre sales and being dropped from your record label? Yup, gotta be the album cover.

6. Luniz - Operation Stackola



Stackola means cash, and the Luniz are robbing a bank to get some. Unfortunately, this means scaling the walls of a MS Paint-drawn skyscraper to get it. Is it any wonder that the both of them look a little confused? Rather than getting an artistic representation of one of the west coasts finest pimped-out, gangsta rap and quintessential summer albums, they instead end up looking like 2 extras from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Shockingly enough, AZ’s label (Noo Trybe) was behind this mess too.

5. Canibus - Can-I-Bus



Yo gawd, shit is ultra-violet cause the shit is mad scientific nah mean? And… the letter is gold and platinum cause the style is mad royal, dig? In translatable terms, it basically means that Universal’s marketing department didn’t have the slightest clue of how to market a rapper that made Rich Boy look like he ain’t just run a 110m sprint in a 100m gym. No degenerative lyrics about guns, women and cocaine? Fuck! Throw a purple background and a giant C on there instead! No, he didn’t end up becoming the second coming of Rakim, but this album is mad solid and shouldn’t be slept on. And besides, isn’t ragging on Canibus for the sake-of sooo 2003? Well, clearly not.

4. Cam'ron - Confessions of Fire



A mini-controversy erupted towards the end of 1997 due to the proposed artwork of Cam’ron’s Confessions of Fire. According to magazine advertisements, the cover would feature Killa Cam holding a crucifix (or was it a Bible?) in one hand and a gun in the other. The artwork was supposed to represent Cam’s good intentions, but ultimate attraction to ‘the streets.’ Rather than run the risk of releasing an album with a cover that actually meant something, Sony/Epic Records instead decided to revamp it and depict Cam’ron as the lost member of the Village People. It wouldn’t be the last time Cam sought after those Queer Community spending dollars:



3. Big Pun - Capital Punishment



For all intents and purposes this shouldn’t even be on the list. It’s pretty much just Pun’s head and those fruity goggles that were all the rage in New York during the late 90s. However, after I realized that this had replaced the much doper cover artwork that seems to only be available on the European releases it pretty much became a concrete lock.



How can you NOT use some chick (who I always assumed to be his wife) dusted in gold, posing as a hip-hop Statue of Liberty with a mic and turntable? AND Pun has his chubby, meat hooks on her desperately trying to cover up her nipples with some shield while posing. This shit had ‘one take’ classic written all over it. But no, clearly this was no match for THE GOGGLES, or some dick at the label who was afraid that HMV might not display the album as prevalently with the crude artwork involved. They let Europe win. And the terrorists too.

2. Boogie Down Productions - Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop



How do you follow up the previous classic Boogie Down Productions covers of the duo arming themselves for war in the darkened basement on Criminal Minded and Kris imitating Malcolm X with the Uzi by the window with By All Means Necessary? By showing a close-up of a cop’s ass in tight pants. You say I’m pushin’ crack, but you be doin’ that! I’ve always wondered what the cop’s problem with Kris chillin’ on the stoop was anyway. He probably spells Kulcha with a C, causing the Hip Hop Temple veil to split while Tupac and Biggie murder kittens from heaven, or something.

1. Dr Dre - The Chronic



Yes, I’m well aware that the cover art is based on Zig-Zag’s classic white paper packs:



No, that doesn’t make it any better. 15 years ago, this album redefined an entire genre. 15 years later, the album cover is still pants. Brown pants. With stains.